Simply being around the Enfield mechanics seemed to have fixed the bike and for all my disbelief and confusion, the next day, the bike went 260 kilometers before I decided to call it quits and got a room in a coastal town called Mahe. It was Christmas of 2010 and so I called home and talked to family, careful to elude questions and design answers that circumvented the motorcycle.
Strangely, the only store that seemed to crowd the streets of Mahe were liquor stores. Standing in front of the Christian church near what looked to be the relative center of town, I could see 7 liquor stores.
It is strange, coming from an upbringing in the U.S. where one parent is Catholic and the other is Episcopalian, and to sit in a church on Christmas in India and watch women in saris kneel before a sculpted depiction of Jesus Christ.
Strangely, the only store that seemed to crowd the streets of Mahe were liquor stores. Standing in front of the Christian church near what looked to be the relative center of town, I could see 7 liquor stores.
It is strange, coming from an upbringing in the U.S. where one parent is Catholic and the other is Episcopalian, and to sit in a church on Christmas in India and watch women in saris kneel before a sculpted depiction of Jesus Christ.
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