Two and a half years ago we sputtered into Jaisalmer, stinking like petrol and brimming with satisfaction. Never before had we planned so little and accomplished so much. If success is measured by the number of us that got attacked by a monkey (1 of 3), we consider this foray into the bowels of India a screaming achievement.
Coming back to the US after that trip was disorienting. To level set ourselves we immediately ate a cheeseburger, drank a good beer, showered, and shaved our mustaches; in that order. Then came the 4 day hangover from the marathon of a party that is India.
In the years since, one of us enlisted into the army, two of us got married, one changed jobs, and one is about to become a father. We biked down a volcano in Maui, jumped off some cliffs in Jamaica, and karaoked to “Gangnam Style” in Gangnam, Seoul, Korea. We navigated our way through Madrid with the Spanish-level of a toddler and followed it by hiking the steepest route up the Rock of Gibraltar. There were shorter trips too: Los Angeles to visit our nephew, San Francisco for work, water skiing at Lake of the Ozarks, and we got royally drunk at an Oktoberfest party in Toronto. Most recently we just returned from 5 days of camping and hiking in Death Valley, CA, where we learned what it feels like to be steps from broken bones and miles from the nearest human.
Time has passed, but 2.5 years smarter and wiser? Nay. With 33% of the original team and 0% of lessons learned, we embark upon another stupidly exhilarating adventure. We’re going sailing.
Over the coming weeks we’ll start revamping our site and piecing together some semblance of a plan. You can start following along at www.yachtclubamericano.com.
The Ngalawa Cup ain’t never seen sailors like us. Ahoy!
A mere 5 months after we finished the Rickshaw Run we are finally ready to present to you, Our Brief Guide to the Rickshaw Run. This was no easy task. We came back from India with 4,226 video clips and photos that totaled 129 gigabytes of data. We’ve distilled it all down, shredded it a bit, smashed some things, and threw out all of the clips that make us look fat. What we’re left with is a fast-paced 3 minute summary of our little expedition across India.
The last few days of our Rickshaw Run were spent driving around Jaisalmer, relaxing by the pool, sitting on the palace, and reflecting on our past few weeks. We left Jaisalmer by way of a 17 hour train to Delhi where we spent an afternoon before hopping on the plane. And just for fun, we had a beer in Frankfurt. We also thought it appropriate to give some advice to future Rickshaw Runners. Enjoy.
Our pals the Maple Tuks just put together their summary of the Sept 2013 Rickshaw Run. It’s worth a watch if you like: Mario Cart references, moving driver swaps, breakdowns, great music, wrong turns, camels in the desert, cows in the street, the Taj Mahal, a Lion King sing-a-long, juggling, mud, monkeys, and puppet shows.
And honestly, it is quite awesome to look back at their early footage to see them as ‘just another rickshaw’ out of the 79 tuk-tuk’s full of strangers at the starting line. A few days into the run we convoyed up to make it safely through Bihar. As we racked up the kilometers and the breakdown tally grew, the expedition became more about our team of six. It is funny to think now that much of our footage contains them and vice versa.
The video has a great ending and it makes me a bit nostalgic about the time we got lost in India with three Canadian accountants.
On the last day we fight the heat, deal with multiple breakdowns, get some slingshot time in, Brent gets stuck in a tree and we get very lost and confused in Jaisalmer. We finish with some cold beers in a luke warm pool at the Jawahar Niwas Palace.
On our second to last day… Larissa almost tips the ‘shaw over going through a toll booth, I almost flip the ‘shaw while careening through the desert, and the Maple Tuks almost flip while dodging a cow and motorcycle. We also talk a bit about squat toilets, shoot some signs with a slingshot, soak in the view of the Blue City from the rooftop of Singhvi’s Haveli, and finish the night with a massive meal called a thali.