We had a short but eventful trip out of Mumbai which ended just before the little village Khed, when I managed to trap and snap off my derailleur in my rear spokes and bend my chain.
I didn’t even have time to get used to the idea that I didn’t have a working bike any more before we were scooped up by a passing van, the bikes were strapped to the top, and we were on our way to the train station to get back to Mumbai.
That was pretty characteristic of our ride into rural India. A fiasco but with memorable moments and a hundred small kindnesses from people we met.
I’ll write up the whole story soon, but me and James are back in Mumbai for now.