Winter has officially been beaten into submission by Spring…who is now sub-coming to summer at an alarmingly fast rate. I’ve been trying to make the best of this brief period where being outside is actually an enjoyable experience. Between the frigid (no central heating) Winter and the incapacitating blanket of summer heat…Lahore is scheming, and succeeding at, keeping me indoors. So this past weekend was spent on a bicycle, on a country road, just outside of Batapur village. The road is a straight shot alongside the Ravi, which is a nifty little river diversion that provides a ‘natural’ barrier against those ‘pesky’ Indian brothers. We rode 20km out to the Ravi Syphon (which mimics a mini-dam full of plastic waste and apparently at times, dead donkeys) keeping the tall bank of our fortified river on our right and fields of farming and small lakes on the right. Then we crossed a river, ate some jillabee, which is, for lack of a better descriptor, deep fried sugar and returned with the Ravi on our left and fields to our right. Besides accidentally leaving one of our 14 biking comrades behind, it was a perfect Sunday excursion.
This beautiful transport truck hauled 14 bikes and 14 standing (well 13 on the way back) adults to and from the village of Batapur. It is not unusual to see people standing in the back of trucks here. However, Lahorites in biking gear and 4 foreigners turned heads.
Taken from a memorial at Bhaini Bridge. Please note the ever necessary use of terms such as “heoric stroke”, “soaring ambitions”, “fearless men” & “valiant sons”.
I am in love with fire trees. I have no idea if this is the proper name but someone told me that’s what they’re called so I’m sticking to it. They’re beautiful.