{"id":857,"date":"2009-04-08T21:43:07","date_gmt":"2009-04-08T19:43:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.onmytodd.org\/?p=857"},"modified":"2015-03-01T13:43:06","modified_gmt":"2015-03-01T12:43:06","slug":"harijan-vas-khavda-bhuj","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/onmytodd.org\/?p=857","title":{"rendered":"Harijan Vas – Khavda – Bhuj"},"content":{"rendered":"

Got up around 7. Unfortunately, the only breakfast there was was a cup of tea. And as I learned a little later, my stove is broken. So dates and figs were the only food for the day. That wasn’t much of a problem as the distance to Khavda was only 22km. Interestingly, even though the river beds are dry, there were some puddles along the road.<\/p>\n

I got overtaken by a car, which suddenly stopped a few meters ahead. When I reached it, a window was wound down and two guys started talking to me in German. Turned out their driver had just told them that a ‘crazy German’ was cycling this road.<\/p>\n

Loads of military on the roads, and the odd helicopter in the sky.<\/p>\n

Reached Khavda before noon and stopped at the first road-side stall for some tea. Talked a bit to the guy sitting next to me. After a couple of cups I rode on to see what the village looked like. There wasn’t much to see, so I returned to the tea stall. The same guy was still there and I asked him about a place to get some food. He invited me to his place for lunch. He lived with his family in a small village outside Khavda.They had 3 bhungas and a rectangular house. All the buildings are single-room and serve two or more purposes each. While I was having luch, the Israelis I’d met at the police station in Bhuj walked around the village.<\/p>\n

Thought about my options over a nap. With no permit beyond Khavda, strong military presence, and a broken stove, they were pretty limited. Even though I had the address of a friend of Aarif’s where I could stay for the night, I decided to take the bus back to Bhuj this evening.<\/p>\n