
In Mumbai our bikes smelt decidedly fishy after we had taken them out the luggage compartment of the train. I don’t know why the compartment was full of sardines; I could only guess that the train had originated from Kolkata and the fish was destined for Delhi. Before leaving the station I repaired my rear tyre that had mysteriously gone flat while the bikes had been on the train. We were then soon in the tourist area of Colaba where we found a room...