The wettest place in the world
We were heading for Shillong. About 20 miles from the wettest place in the world (apart the oceans, my kids said). Mawsynram averaging almost 12 metres of rainfall in a year. 12 metres. That's a lot.
It seemed a recognisable proportion of that fell on us during this long ride.
There is new road almost all the way from Silchar to Shillong so we were due to set off at 9. The rain did not affect the scheduled departure and thoroughly geared up for rain we left at 9:20, after the day's briefing.
Alex asked Lovely to lead us out of town as we wanted to have a day without a 'warm up', so we needed to be on the right road.
The rain started up again as soon as we set off, but there was little traffic in the town and few pedestrians so getting out of the mad traffic was relatively quick. The open road beckoned and we kept a steady pace.
The usual mix of potholes and large lorries kept us on our toes. But there were few of those, we found the reason when we came to a bridge closed to heavy vehicles.
Lucky us.
The rain came in bursts and I treated every patch of water with due care and attention. Upright and straight, accelerating away and sort of keeping up with the group. Then we hit a queue of lorries, but scooted to the right and carried on beeping away in case there was anything coming in the other direction. There was very, very little.
In close convoy we wound over and up and round and down, kilometre after kilometre, and still the trucks were parked in a queue. We got to a blockage where smaller cars had done what we were doing but ended up at a bridge face to face with on coming traffic, large trucks and buses and everything ground to a halt. Logjam.
We dodged down the left hand verge, in the centre of the lorries and down the right hand verge. It got worse.
Lewis caught up after some time. He was on Abhi's bike. His front tyre had a nail in it. Abhi would wait for the van. In the rain. Hoping the van could get through the block.
We moved logs and rocks to go through someone's garden, we went through shops and driveways and battled on.
This took about an hour.
People got out of buses and trucks to help us. Paul had a similar experience, but got a little edgy as he did not understand anyone.... and was not sure they wanted to help!
We were further back. Three people helped Michael drag his bike out of foot deep mud in a well disguised puddle. We were soaked, as much from sweat on the inside of the rain gear as the outside. Waterproofs normally work in both directions, so the rain does not get in but the sweat does not get out, so you end up soaked anyway.
It was not warm, so going at speed with wind chill the coolness set in.
After helping the boys, by walking through a ditch holding up their bikes, to gain another couple of hundred metres, then getting trucks to move the rest of the group all set off. My bike wouldn't start.
Some guys from the trucks tried a push start. The fuel was almost full, the battery good and the kill switch off. I could not figure it and knew Will or Lewis would know. But they had gone on.
I pushed the bike through the queue, I had to move forward. I got to the bridge to see the others moving off. I beeped and beeped. Over the bridge, walking the bike through foot deep water on the bridge, beeping, trying the SOS beep, and on the far side tried jump starting again with a new set of helpful truck drivers. No good.
A few minutes later, the boys had turned back figuring something was wrong. I asked Will if he could figure out what was up. I was tired and in need of a chai. No one else was really interested, they had the urge to battle on. I rode Will's bike up to a shack, but they did not sell chai, while Will got on my bike. He thought it was wet, tried a push start which didn't work and a minute later went through the basics to find the fuel had been turned off.
There is a switch at the side of the motor where you can go from the main tank to a reserve tank, which will take you some 30-50km further, in case of emergency. But between these two settings it is possible to turn off the fuel. That had happened to me. You live and learn.
We stopped for a tea a couple of minutes later. I was drenched. At that moment the traffic started moving and fifty trucks that we had spent half an hour getting through, trundled by.
It was a quick break and we were back slogging our way through the queues again. We had some difficult places where nothing was moving.
Paul's photo gives an idea...
I tried getting more trucks to move and we made some headway, but when I found what seemed to me a tight spot, with a big drop in the left, of about 200 ft. my suggestion was vetoed and I got the appropriate feedback from the rest of the group.
So we sat and waited for about 15 minutes while nothing happened. The stupidity of some drivers came to the fore as there was a spot blocked by piles of rocks on the left, where there was another big drop.
Rather than let the trucks move uphill and release space in the blocked area, coach after coach edged into any tiny gap and made the blockage worse.
There was no organisation, no traffic management and no manners.
Some of the trucks had been there since the afternoon before. And the main block was still to come.
We got better at riding on the verge, through drains and gutters, gardens and roadside slush. Lewis had a go at a pile of sand and got stuck as his rear wheel fell down the sandy slope, ending up under a truck' s wheels. He clambered over the pile and I manhandled his bike from the back while he pulled from the front. It was tiring.
Will then had a go, with the same results. More sweat. Michael and I waited for the traffic to move, which it did within a few minutes.
We were careful once we cleared the blockage as the trucks were parked for miles on the other side of the road. Somebody may be doing what we did and overtaking.
It was getting cold and the rain was intermittent.
It got heavier. I was leading our secondary group by then and it became a real tropical downpour as we headed down the side of a mountain.
I saw Alex pop out from a shack and shout and wave. We pulled over. By this time it was like a monsoon. We were all soaked.
Alex told us to get some food as this was a difficult day and we may not get anything else to eat.
We would not wait for the truck and would push on to Shillong. We had only covered some 70 of the 216 km, it was lunchtime.
We may not see the truck tonight, it could get stuck overnight in the 40km traffic jam, but we would figure out what to do at the destination.
The rice was warm and the curry cold, but it was food. We had a couple of cups of chai and realised there was no way we could dry out anything. I drained my boots and wrung out my socks.
So off we set again.
The main problem was a landslide.
We slithered our way up a drainage channel at the side of the road, to the front of the queue and watched a digger and bulldozer at work.
Trees were balanced precariously above the slide and would probably come down with a little more clearing. As soon as there was half a gap in the work we went. I ended up beeping furiously as a tracked vehicle closed off the gap and managed to squeeze through on some loose sand.
After that we had a careful ride with trucks backed up on the other side of the road for several kilometres. We had to be careful in case of someone coming at us overtaking everything.
But the road opened up and we got up some speed. Which became a problem as we were wet and the wind chill factor made us cold as well.
I completely missed Alex at a junction and Michael and Paul caught me up in a blaze of horns. Round we turned. On we slogged.
At one bridge I stalled in a foot of water and Paul pulled up alongside, I guess hoping not to have to get off his bike and help me out of the water. I got the bike started and off we set again. A few kilometres later Michael slowed and asked where Paul was. I'd seen him at the bridge, but not for a little while. We turned back and within a kilometre saw Paul riding up. He told us to turn around and get on with the ride. We did.
It turned out he had lost a bolt from his gear lever and had stopped to make a running repair, something complicated and mechanical and practical like using bits of a pillion passenger foot peg. But we only learnt that at the end of the day.
We carried on as fast as we dared in the wet, getting colder all the time. About 90 minutes later I was getting worn down and worried about making mistakes when we saw Alex beside a small hut. Excellent news, a chai stop.
I was shivering, as were Will and Lewis. I stripped off my waterproof, armour and t-shirt, to wring it out. Anything to stop the clothes clinging and get little layers of air. With most of the layers back on I sat by the fire at the back of the cabin, in the chimney, which was smokey but a lot warmer. The tea helped and half an hour later we were fit to continue. Only some 75 km to go.
Alex said it would get colder and probably dark by the time we finished. If necessary we should stop and by a t-shirt if we needed something warm. That sounded an excellent idea and I asked the people in the chai stop if they had any for sale. Alex sensibly shut me up as that was far too complicated a concept to start on there and then.
The weather cheered up a bit, but not enough to warm us. Still we kept up a good pace, but I was riding without goggles. I only had sunglasses and they were worse than useless in the rain. So any speed above 60 kph was hard, especially when we went through the stinging rain. I rode with my eyes screwed up, blinking constantly.
There were a few more settlements and we bunched up as we all had to negotiate the traffic. But it was a long day and I kept looking at the milometre, counting down the distance. It ebbed, much like my strength.
Shillong spreads out for some distance so we were in close convoy for about the last five kilometres. At least we were in the town, just not at the hotel. Alex asked at least a dozen taxi drivers as we came in, but either his Scottish accent or their dialect reply did not bring any joy. We edged closer to the centre. We stopped at a petrol station that had a bunch of cabbies refuelling and waited while he asked them for directions.
I thought about food and remembered half a packet of biscuits in my pannier. As I pulled them out it was obvious they were sodden, so I squeezed them out like toothpaste to show Paul, who was put off, then nearly gagged as I stuffed some of the gooey digestive paste into my mouth. I smiled.
That was enough to keep going for another ten minutes as we wound around a one way system and suddenly, as if by miracle we were going up the drive to the Blueberry Inn.
We parked down a level behind the hotel and everyone shook hands as we got off the bikes. It was a hell of a ride.
Dragged our way up to reception, most of us were shivering, Will and me more than most. Paul said he could see one advantage of being overweight.
Our hands were waterlogged, our boots squelching.
Michael and I had a smoke while Alex sloshed into the hotel reception. We had arrived in the dusk and now it was dark.
We really felt as if we were in the wettest place in the world.
And for the first time on the Adventure we were served cold beers. Typical.
Just standing around and chatting helped us warm up.
The next stage was getting to the room for a well deserved hot shower and finding ways to dry our stuff.
Paul and I turned our room into a maze of hanging clothes. We grabbed a shower and got a brew going.
I found a wind cheater in my bike bag that was dry, so dressed in a towel and a thin fluorescent yellow wind cheater, Paul and I went out to the front where Alex and Lewis were having a beer. After a bit I went and found Michael and Will. We discussed logistics about a change of clothes and Will offered the drying tip of setting the ceiling fan to full blast. Anything to circulate the air. Of course that made the room feel cold.
I went back down to rearrange our stuff. Abhi had arrived. But he was not in a good way. Paul got a bucket of warm water so Abhi could warm his feet. That made him really happy.
I went back upstairs and joined Michael and Will in bed, it was big enough and they had found a big warm blanket. But a few minutes of a crappy film later it was time for dinner.
Michael and I put on our best (and only) towel and fluorescent yellow tops and went down to the restaurant. Will was not up for it. His modesty and wet top made it a step too far.
Food was already on the table when we got there.
Alex, Paul and Lewis were in shorts and t-shirts of varying degrees of dampness and modesty. It was really welcome that the hotel staff let us in the dining room, they were not snobby at all. I've given them a stellar rating on Trip Advisor.
We tried not to offend the other diners, but we probably did surprise them!
Alex said they probably thought we were a cult. At least I think that's what he said.
We scoffed, the food was good, we ordered more and Paul took a plate of it up to Will.
Alex ensured the kitchen would stay open for Vidhya and Doc, we had got a message they were expected to arrive about 21:30, just when the kitchen closed.
Michael went upstairs asking us to call him when the van arrived.
We hung around with another beer and another smoke and the van arrived.
That was really good news.
Of course they were tired after a full day in the van, with no break, but in the dry. We were tired, but we had showered and eaten, so we were probably seen as really lucky.
Apparently Lovely had pushed the driver to go on, even though the trucks threatened to beat them up and push the van off the road. Doc persuaded the army that they were with us foreigners, and the army remembered us, so let them through.
I have no idea what else they had to do to get through, but considering some trucks were there for more than a day they did really well.
It was time to get out of the towel and into some dry clothes. Paul found the bed had an electric blanket, so he got that going.
The internet was a really good connection so I could talk to my kids after a long absence. That was good. They had a couple of friends over and life was cool. It was good to hear and see them again. I was ready to go home.
Just one more day's riding.