A shopping jaunt to the centre of Khaplu this morning. It's a good 20-25 minute walk, plus an uphill section. So we decide to take the bikes. But as it's a short distance and slow roads we don't wear our full protective gear, in fact I don't even wear a helmet, which is a very new experience for me. But I don't wear a helmet when cycling and often ride faster than we did today. At slow speeds I totally get it, but for faster speeds I would feel very vulnerable.
In town, I get/obtain/have/procure a haircut, complete with razor blade, massage and rose fragranced talc, all for 300 rupees (about 1 euro!). I also buy a dapper hat to blend in with the locals... 🤣
We then visit the Khaplu Fort. Like the one in Shigar, this has be turned into a Serena hotel. It's quite a good idea as the heritage is largely preserved and the building earns an income for the locality. We tour the fort and have lunch there. It's a wonderful mixture of stone and old wood, with ornate carvings and magnificent views from the windows.
After lunch, we take the bikes (we're now fully protected) to Machlu. The views are stunning and I take a picture postcard photo, which I think is our best view so far. I'm told out only gets better!
Then on the way back we meet a group of three fellow bikers in matching gear and motorcycles, the "North Liners", who have ridden all the way from Gujrat in Punjab. They are teachers and always go on a tour in the summer.
Before reaching the hotel, we stop to take a few group photos. Unfortunately Steve is not with us as he's on his own photoshoot in town.
Christopher and I go for a run and manage 5.5km despite being at 2500m.
On our return, three local girls ask us where we're from and we get chatting. The youngest, who must be all of 15, is the most inquisitive, while her sisters, one studying medicine and the other a graduate in mining engineering who is working locally, seem more shy. They finally invite us to their house for dinner! We politely decline as we have dinner arranged in a few minutes. But to be asked, by three females, in a Muslim country, is quite unusual I think. One wonders how the dinner with the family would have turned out.
We end the evening with a very pleasant cup of chai around a camp fire.
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