This time, finally giving solltes times a day of travel many miles and such. What could be closer than early from the hotel and onto the highway. So far, so difficult. But has a joker (or Scherzboldin) stole the last night of my horn, in the most important part of the motorcycle in India. Without can not.

Same morning Drum ne Reparatursesion, but then we went really wrong. Highway 7, now we know why that number of carries. Has, like everything else in India, determined religious backgrounds. At least the totally inedible, just after Mahagi until shortly before Jabalpur. Only Geholper, off-road romance, having a really super nice area but the view is always directed to the Fahrbahnstueckchen between the pothole levels. Eventually, of course, my chic new page box from the motorcycle lost, the guy in Varanasi has also just crap made by moped!

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Then the road was finally better, so enough time during the trip time to look around. Super beautiful villages, well let's say romantic, life is good there is anything else than that the road along a valley, about 1-2km wide and bordered by Bergplateus looks at least like it.

At the most beautiful is it, how soon after Jabalpur, if sometimes crosses a river, the area, ne canoe trip here also determines what waer. Anyway, what must remain so even for next time. And who knows whether or not there are also crocodiles, tigers to get updated very often anyway. But we have only seen monkeys, so the normal cry. At least have respect for the NER horn.

Always busy further down the road two lanes but quite empty and in good shape, so cozy trips. Then it was time to arrive at Sonia, far and wide in front of any hotel in sight. Shortly after the agreement that we should hurry up now (does not mean go fast but do not insert pauses Gammel) goes from my bike, after some rumgefummel the cause is clear: no more fuel.

Hugo is gone to get fuel in the tanks has one direction to the other, there was barely a half liter. And when Hugo fortunately finally back with the fuel was already dark wars.

So, night driving, if you can call the night 6pm. Slowly, fuel saving, searching for a hotel. Luckily, no traffic was and another motorcyclist has overtaken us, so we both had someone to follow as we could. But is not a pleasure, low beam is partially unbekannnt, but sometimes all over too light. Then, finally, the oasis, a motel just off Highway 7, with delicious cuisine and enough space, done. Approximately 300km a day, the first day without proper breakdown.

# Belongings in a short through-the-mountain ride and am a bit taxed MOIT the box over to NEN large stone - something similar to how we use here in triangles - down. Since I had just been lying. But everything went well, except my leg that has now NEN big bruise. # What happens if you kill one Ameisenkoenigin? Hugo could not make it, we have here at the motel on Highway 7 Highway NEN ants across our room, amazing how many. I hope that not even the queen now without falling into anarchy and now they want to do something, sometimes nice to stay on the right track. #

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