This time should finally give even one day of travel many miles and such. What could be better 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, the most important part of the motorcycle in India. Without can not.

Drum ne Reparatursesion same early, but then we went really wrong. Highway 7, now we know why that number of carries. Has, like everything 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 blow hole levels. Eventually, of course, my chic new page box from the motorcycle lost, the guy in Varanasi has also made a moped just crap!

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

At the most beautiful is it, how soon after Jabalpur, times when one crosses the river area, ne canoe trip here would certainly have something. Anyway, what must remain so even for next time. And who knows whether or not there are also crocodiles, tigers gives up anyway. But we have only seen monkeys, so the usual. At least have respect for the Ner horn.

Always busy on driving, the two-lane road but quite empty and in good shape, so it can comfortably travel. Then it was time to come into Sonia, far and wide in front of a hotel in sight. Shortly after the agreement that we should hurry up now (ie not drive fast but not insert pauses Gammel) goes from my moped, 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 luckily when Hugo 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 overhauled 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 a bit and am taxed MOIT the box over diverts a large stone - something similar to how we use here at warning triangles - down. Since I almost located. But everything went well, except my leg, that has now NEN big bruise. # What happens if you actually kills one Ameisenkoenigin? Hugo could not make it, we have here at the motel on Highway 7 Highway NEN ants across our room, unbelievable how many. I hope that not even the queen now without falling into anarchy and now they want to do something, sometimes beautiful stay on the right track. #

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