Chandipur to Kolkata on the map looks an easy ride. Difficulties arise on entering any big city. Sign posts either abandon you midway through the suburbs or, worse, point in a direction which doesn't correspond with the six exits from an intersection.
OK, so it's a left- but which left? The first? Or the second?
Hesitate a millisecond and three hundred enraged drivers hit their klaxons.
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GREAT CRAB AND A FIVE K TIDE
CHANDIPUR: MARCH 16
The ride north was tough, not simply the distance and the traffic, but the heat. Perhaps I aimed for too long a daily distance. Or age is overtaking my ambitions. What ever, I remain tired despite the day's break at Puri. Puri to Kolkata is a further 500 Ks. I break the distance midway with a night at a small fishing village, Chandipur. A clean a/c room with a reasonable mattress is 650 Rupees at the Hotel Shubhan. I planned a swim before dinner. The tide is out. Out at Chandipur is 5 Ks! I return to the hotel, apply a coating of Deet, sit out on the terrace and enjoy the evening breeze. Deet is miraculous. In four months of travel I've been bitten at most half a dozen times. I should write. I prefer meditating on the fresh crab the hotel manager has promised for dinner. Chandipur is famous for crab – and , of course, that five kilometer tide. The power cuts when I am on the stairs to the restaurant. No problem. Obligatory evening wear for India includes a Leatherman flashlight.
The ride north was tough, not simply the distance and the traffic, but the heat. Perhaps I aimed for too long a daily distance. Or age is overtaking my ambitions. What ever, I remain tired despite the day's break at Puri. Puri to Kolkata is a further 500 Ks. I break the distance midway with a night at a small fishing village, Chandipur. A clean a/c room with a reasonable mattress is 650 Rupees at the Hotel Shubhan. I planned a swim before dinner. The tide is out. Out at Chandipur is 5 Ks! I return to the hotel, apply a coating of Deet, sit out on the terrace and enjoy the evening breeze. Deet is miraculous. In four months of travel I've been bitten at most half a dozen times. I should write. I prefer meditating on the fresh crab the hotel manager has promised for dinner. Chandipur is famous for crab – and , of course, that five kilometer tide. The power cuts when I am on the stairs to the restaurant. No problem. Obligatory evening wear for India includes a Leatherman flashlight.
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