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*** this...
It's not that bad, hm?
We cycle on through indian countryside.
This chain is dead.
It is a bit more complicated sometimes, but otherwise okay.
Typhoid fever.
Well, dude, what if I have typhoid fever as well?
*** winter. I'm freezing.
Today - firstly: terrible sleep, we have backache...
Secondly: puncture. Thirdly: it's going to rain.
What's up, bhai?
Futility, just futility.
What about us, dude? It's 10 °C, cold and raining. Really *** up.
We are exhausted or it's time to give up.
This is our end...
Poor end.
Well, this is really poor end.
Maybe even worse then that.
Maybe even worse then that.
This place reminds me Belarus.
Beaten as Hitler's army...
Nevertheless, we will finish this by bikes, dude...
We will cycle on for a while and we will see then. Thain is an option too.
Fire with tramps in motorbike workshop.
We burn old motor oil.
As you can see, there is not much to see because...
Fog and mist everywhere.
Maybe a screening tonight near this railway slum?
Well, no. I'm sick.
So, we do not screen movies...
Cycling pisses us off.
No more cycling?
We are leaving.
We are leaving this place and going to seaside.
Happy journey. We're going to Puri by train.
[Kanpur Central]
Chai, chai, coffee!
Okay, we will spend next 24 hours in this straitened train.
More likely 28, fog, you know...
When it's foggy, trains are seriously delayed.
I say, we are looking forward to seeing sun again, right?
Sun, I said...
And warmth too...
[Puri]