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Madurai - Chidambaram

For over two thousand years, is organized in Madurai, an annual festival in honor of the fertility goddess Sri Meenakshi. Many details of the temple festivals are still the same as during the Greek ambassador Menasthenes, of lying on the spice route Madurai in the 3rd Century BC visited. For hundreds of generations, the Indians have taken a number of days each year to march in to their villages to Madurai to walk and pray to the goddess for children. And until that day, the effigies of the goddess and her husband, Lord Sundareshvara every night brought in her bedroom, so they are there can love (even the nose ring of the Goddess in the evening away, so it will not hurt her husband!) - this act shall be regenerated and apparently the universe.

We had missed this year's festival by a week, but looked forward to visiting the temple. Madurai's chaotic city center is dominated by the 12 Gopurams of the temple. Each Gopuram is up to 50m high and covered with human-size statues of Hindu gods and gurus. From a distance, see the Gopurams only like colored towers, but up close are the details of the figures impressive.

After we made our shoes, we entered into the temple - a dark hall with many columns and a decorated ceiling detail. We were looking forward to seeing the statue of Meenakshi, but unfortunately were not non-Hindus to enter the innermost region. However, we visited the temple elephant and the white temple buffalo. The head of the elephant was white and orange makeup, and his job was with the trunk coins of the visitors to accept and to bless it, as he dabbed his trunk slightly on the head of the donor. This led to many donations, and we could not resist and donated the elephant some coins. The poor buffaloes was not as popular because he had learned no such clever tricks, but there were many buffalo statues in the Temple, which were strewn with flowers of pilgrims, grass and lime powder.

in the heart of the temple, dozens of small stalls selling tacky souvenirs. The only place of rest, the steps which the empty temple pond leading down. Otherwise, the temple was full of activity. The pilgrims had only seconds to their prayers before the accretion of to say Goddess, before being pushed further by the next in line. Although we find the Hindu religion fascinating, the whole excitement and the many gods and goddesses sometimes a little too much. There is a strong contrast to the quiet, meditative mosques of the Middle East.

rest anyway can be hard to find in India. In the cities there are rarely parks or quiet areas, and if they still even exist, they are full of people. Madurai is a good example - we locked ourselves even for a while in our room, only to have a little rest, and even then we heard the noise of the city through our window. Exactly like the temple ceremony has changed over thousands of years are not much, and the unpaved streets of the city has not adapted to the current traffic. On our bikes we move with the market, but to walk is really hard, because there are no sidewalks in Indian cities. You share the road clogged with all the other cars and motorcycles to cows and bullock carts.

After a few days we had enough and took us back on track. Shortly after we left the city, we rolled on a small street, which was accompanied on one side by a river, and on the other side by bright green rice fields. The villagers smile and wave, we felt quite calm and relaxed, we were far away from the tourist areas and out of reach of our travel guide. The street was very quiet, somewhat hilly and well paved. Surprisingly, we also had no head wind. Since there are so many Indian cities and villages, there are also many side roads, often paved well and make it easy to avoid the main roads. With the bike ride through India's villages is a real pleasure.

As we passed through a small village, we talked with an older man on the rack of the bicycle's Son were riding. He invited us for a cup of tea at a village shops. He had never seen foreigners in his village - but we're pretty sure that one or the other cyclists must be passed by unnoticed.

On this day we came through no major cities and therefore had to penetrate with the snacks, which we found in village shops. After we had driven 100 km, we reached the town, wanted to stay in the us. However, when we asked some people for a hotel, we harvested only shake his head and eyebrows until they were finally convinced to show us the only accommodation in town. It was a small guest house with only 4 rooms and our was dark, hot and stuffy. The current was only between 18 und 6 clock clock in the morning made so that we could not use at other times the fan and the light, and there were many open slots were the mosquitoes. To add insult to injury, we found no dinner - the only restaurant serving only snacks.

were hungry after a night of self-pity, we back on the ground of reality back the next morning when we stopped at a small cafe where we ordered tea and omelette. We talked with a truck driver who told us that he dreamed of riding a bicycle to Kashmir. However, he had his bike ride to some Days to give up, because its budget was only 250 rupees a day (we give each of about 750 ...) so that he could barely afford enough food, and - plagued by mosquitoes - had to sleep outside on the ground. Surely he would have been grateful than we are, if he had slept in the hotel where we stayed last night.

noon we arrived in the city of Trichy. We had problems finding a hotel - most were booked by wedding guests, because we happen to arrive at one of the best wedding day of the year, and Trichy is a popular place to get married. In the end we came to a somewhat dilapidated hotel in the colonial past that had space for us. The hotel was a relic of British colonial days when families spent their weekends. There was a small courtyard and had a nice atmosphere, but unfortunately, the charm had checked out of our room long ago.

We were sure that had slept for 80 years before a British general in our bed. The mattress was so incredibly soft and enhanced with a suspension, so we were immediately bent into a U shape, if we are lying down and our feet almost touched his head. To make it worse, there was a sort of anti-fan in our room, which pushes the warm air towards the bed and kept the cool air. The hotel manager told us proud that the fan is already "over 80 years old" and would "still working"! After we had almost suffered a heat stroke, we moved the next day in a more modern room that was not as pretty, but had a non-colonial and very efficient fan.

Trichy is famous for its Rock Fort temple, which sits on a 83m high cliff in the city center. The climb on the rocks with many Indian pilgrims was fun and the view from the top was nice, but the temple itself was nothing special. We also visited the larger Sri Rangan temple, which was interesting because we had to go through several Gopurams and several walls, to penetrate into the interior of the temple (unfortunately we could but once again the "space gods" do not enter).

Trichy When we left, we found a quiet street between two rivers, the part of the huge Cauvery river delta were. As we passed through an agricultural area, we were surprised to see modern harvesters and tractors. Obviously, they also exist in India, but so far we had seen such commercial machines still not here, because usually everything is done by hand. In this area most of the villagers live in simple huts made of clay, Cement or palm fronds, with a sort of thatch of dried palm leaves. It was wonderfully cool and cloudy, and to our great surprise, we even had some rain! The last time we had seen rain was over four months in the north of Iran. It was very refreshing to be once again drenched by the rain cooled (usually we have 35-38 ° C and sun).

noon we came to a small town, but found no restaurant. As we asked a man, he took us to a hidden restaurant, in which we had previously driven past without seeing it. We tried to invite him something to eat or a cup of tea, but he refused all our offers, sat down at a another table and watched us. At first we felt a little uncomfortable, as we ate our lunch under observation, but then we realized that he just wanted to make sure that we are content with your restaurant recommendations were. He repeatedly asked the waiter to bring us more food and drink, and he gave Fred even roll up the good advice, their sleeves, so they would not get dirty!

the afternoon, we suddenly felt as if we had taken place in the Middle Ages. India's reality shocked us again when we saw several people within the hour with a fairly horrible disfigurement. First we saw a Sadhu limp through a village - one of his legs had swollen to size of elephants, and covered his giant foot ulcers, such as a cauliflower. Then we passed a man who had hung a huge cyst like an eggplant on his head. Shortly after we shen a woman with severe acid burns, which disfigured her bald head and face. We had expected to see something more in India, but luckily it was in Mumbai quite often the case. We had feelings of guilt, because we knew that our travel insurance would pay for a good hospital immediately, while these people probably got no medical help.

As "icing on the cake" could We pass then to a naked man lying in a coma on a half-bridge (drugs? alcohol?), as we in Kumbakonam, our destination, arrived. We found a nice hotel with an annoying hotel employees. Since Madurai always expect more people tips from us - the rest of India, people were often surprised when they are with the luggage helped and we gave them a tip, but here, everyone expected a tip: hotel employees, security guards, waiters, cleaners ...

The hotel staff helped us half-heartedly with our luggage and we gave him a tip, where we already doubled what we would normally give, giving us the bikes had helped. Obviously he was not so happy because he demanded that 50% more! Our understanding of the nature of a tip that it is voluntary and that we decide for themselves how much we want to give. In the end we gave grudgingly to his demands, but it was not enough. The next morning he gave us back our deposit, but held back some money and said it would be a "tax". Since we had already paid the tax for the room that was obviously just a tourist trap. Guy, who was woken up anyway even with a louse on the liver was, then going on a tirade to the employee at the hotel we were astonished to "control" quickly returned.

We then drove to a little more traveled road to Chidambaram, that is famous for its Shiva temple. The Tamil Nadu region is famous for its many temples, and each town seems to have a remarkable temple. We do not have much stamina when it comes to temple visits and felt a little ausgetempelt. Nevertheless, we decided to look at the Shiva temple and were briefly surprised, because it is relatively quiet but was quite impressive.

had, after more than two months in India and 2,300 kilometers left, we now only two days cycling . Since we still had some time before our flight from Chennai to Bangkok We were planning on the east coast in Pondicherry first take a little break.

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Kovalam - Madurai

Kerala is densely populated, with a house after the other and hardly gaps between the villages. Although we found the landscape beautiful and it was fascinating to see life in the fishing villages, we were all the attention sometimes too much. Shortly after we left Kovalam Kerala and crossed the border into Tamil Nadu. Suddenly, the landscape was much wider. The distances between the villages were larger, with many banana plantations and rice fields. The streets were quiet and seemed life to slow down.

In contrast to the tourist Kerala, we were not even asked for money or pens, which was ironic because Tamil Nadu was visibly poorer than Kerala. Too often we saw extremely thin people, especially the older people. We felt sorry when we saw an old man, of a pink plastic chair used as a walker to slowly carve out a high hill. Some restaurants had no running water, and power outages came several times a day before. In many cities around was even more garbage. Obviously, there was no official waste collection, so that the waste collected at the roadside. Pigs were often kept to eat as much waste as possible; the rest were burned or left lying to rot.

Today was a special day, because we 10.000km mark would be reached - 10,000 km bicycle since we leave our little apartment in West London had. However, we had to work hard, because when the road in the east wall to go around the southern tip of India, we went straight into a strong headwind. Our speed slowed to 10kmh, then 5, then 3, until we had to use all our strength, just so we do not completely stopped. It seemed as if our speedometer would forever be stuck at 9.999km.

Finally we managed to reach the 10,000 km mark and . Coincidentally, this was almost exactly the same time as our arrival at the southernmost point in India. Kanyakumari, the little town on the corner was noisy and hectic, full of souvenir vendors and pilgrims who bathed in the sacred waters, where three oceans meet. However, we were glad to be there to see the Indian Ocean and over the last 10,000 km to reflect.

The mention of wind farms in our guide should have been a warning. The next morning we had another strong headwind, which slowed us very much. It was 95km from the nearest Place with an accommodation, so we just simply had to be strong and continue to crawl. The scenery was very far, villages with a lot of bushes, sometimes a short sea views, and rare. We saw some wild peacocks and Guy was proud with a peacock feather back from a bathroom break, which he presented to Fred. This was probably one of the most remote areas in India and would have even suitable for camping. Too bad that we do not our tent had.

noon we arrived in a sleepy fishing village and drove to the tiny harbor. Many fishing villages in Tamil Nadu had been hit hard by the tsunami in 2004, and this village was no exception. We saw many new houses that were built on a hill a little further inland. It is very sad what had to suffer the people here.

There was only a small restaurant with four tables where we ate lunch together with the fishermen. At noon we usually eat a thali - a meal of rice, and several Pappadum curries, served on a banana leaf. It is often the only choice, and it is usually fresh, tasty, cheap and filling. Often we are 10-15 pairs of eyes watched while eating what we were initially a little uncomfortable, but now we have become accustomed. The fishermen all began to laugh when we picked out our own forks, instead of your hands to eat.

Although we do not have the language skills to talk with the people we have now mastered the famous Indian head wobble quite well. This we had first so confusing and frustrating found . We now know that a lateral head shaking "yes," "ok", "no problem", "thank you", "hello" and "can mean goodbye. (Just like us the first Indian head wobble was confused, but our nod to confuse the people here and is often misunderstood as "no"). Our little unexpected head shake can sometimes cause an extreme reaction, wherein the responding out of sheer luck Kopfwackler his head so quickly and herwackelt that he seems to fall away fast! Meanwhile, we love to shake the bet and see who can produce more enthusiastic reaction.

reached after a long, tiring battle with the headwind we finally got our goal. The small town Tiruchchendur was a colorful pilgrimage city with a large temple. Our orange in a loincloth shrouded hotel room neighbor who had his face painted with white paint, told us that even an annual, 10-day festival at the temple took place. The next morning we visited the temple.

The temple complex was quite large and full of pilgrims, even at an early hour of 8 clock in the morning. Modern families mingled with wandering sadhus, and many people were bathing in the water near the temple. We wandered around unmolested, with no other tourists in sight or tractors. Our neighbor had mentioned a somewhat morbid ceremony, where 16 men a spear stuck through their cheeks, but unfortunately we did not see any signs of this terrible ritual, and so we decided to proceed to the next town of Tuticorin.

way we passed many pilgrims over, which went towards Tiruchchendur. We were curious and asked some pilgrims what they did. They told us they were for five days on foot, barefoot, to visit the temple for the festival. This pilgrimage they make every year. Religion is extremely important in India and its influence is seen everywhere. The poor, who often have a very hard life, it helps to deal with it and perhaps find meaning in their suffering. Without faith, India would probably not work at all.

The head wind was still there the next day when we drove from Tuticorin to Aruppukkottai. We spent the whole day on a small quiet country roads. They were even so quiet that the farmers spread their harvest of millet on the road and then waiting for the passing by vehicles driving over it and the millet "thresh" would. The grains were then swept up, gathered up several times and poured onto a cloth, the wind blew the chaff.

love This is what we in India - the freedom to just make something without too many rules and laws. As long as it hurts no one can do pretty much whatever you want - whether you are now outside on a crowded bus depends on making money by converting your bike into a knife sharpening machine, or spread up his harvest on a road in order to . thresh

As the evening we arrived in town Aruppukkottai, showed us an elderly cyclist a small hotel. The hotel manager was happy to see us, and explained that we have something "unexpected and interesting" would be. He recommended a tiny, dark restaurant for dinner. Normally we like to follow recommendations, but this restaurant frightened us a bit. Cooks with naked upper bodies touched in pots, which stood in a kind of dirty garage. We were reluctant - we did not see that the restaurant was popular, but the sight was not reassuring. However, we have never had a bad recommendation given by a local, so we dared and went in through a dark, dirty corridor.

The room was full of men who all seemed to operate even in a large pot. We were a little unsure about the etiquette, but fortunately a waiter noticed us and took us into a smaller, air-conditioned room, where eight other people were eating already. The friendly waiter recommended us some dishes. All ears were pricked in the room, because if the waiter does not understand us, always a voice came from a corner, the translated our words for the waiter. The food was cheap and very tasty.

On our sixth day we went still a headwind, we finally arrived in Madurai. Madurai was hot, messy and noisy. Very loud. We spent a few frustrating hours trying to see us 13 different hotels until we finally found an acceptable room for a good price and with a space for our bikes. Exhausted, we fell on our bed, sweaty, dirty and tired. Our priority was to rest and to visit the Sri Meenakshi Temple, which dominated the city center with its complicated decorated Gopuram 50m high towers.

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10.000km Photo

Just before the southern tip of the Indian subcontinent, where the Bay of Bengal, the Indian Ocean and Arabian Sea meet, we went to our 10,000. Kilometers. We had hoped to see something spectacular for our photo, but when we arrived at the corner, we were somewhat surprised to be found there a Gandhi museum, which was disguised as a giant pink marshmallow. We wondered what the poor modest Gandhi would have kept it if he could see what was built here in his name. However, it is certainly a bold monument that will hopefully contribute to the "great soul" in memory to keep.

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a canoe ferry, a temple festival and an elephant dealer

Kochi - Kovalam

After Kochi had left behind us, we followed a quiet, bumpy coastal road, passing through small fishing villages. We passed several boat builders, where pieces of wood were geschreinert and then tied together with coconut strands to build new fishing boats.

Since Kerala is a very tourist area, we were often begging for money, sweets and pens than in other parts of India. Then, when a man ran from his small photo studio for us to stop and take a picture of us, and he then insisted on it for us to print before we came the highly suspicious. Sure it was a clever trap, and he would then a payment for this "service" expectations. But after he had edited the photo on his computer and then printed, he wrote only one message on the back of the photo, to wish us a good trip, and gave it to you with a smile.

came in the afternoon after we had Aleppey and orientation difficulties, as the city was so hectic and confusing. In the end we found a nice little hostel with a friendly manager. Aleppey is in the middle of the coastal waters of Kerala and is therefore a good starting point for houseboat trips. Our guide had a Aleppey "A little Venice in India" section. Perhaps the author had been drinking too much water channel, because we found only a few overgrown channels and the usual hectic Indian city center, so we did not stay long and were up early the next morning on my way.

We had planned to stay all the way up to the southern tip of India on the small coastal road. Other cycling had mentioned that she was quiet and pretty, with several ferries where rivers broke the street. We knew it was between Aleppey and Kollam were some rivers, but when we asked some locals, they said that there would be no ferry services. Therefore we had to stay on the main road.

The main street was busy, but there was a small shoulder, so we felt quite safe. Indian bicycle and motorcycle riders remain, however, often not on their side, and therefore many of us were on "our" side counter. We had a very focused and always keep your eyes on the road ahead. In deep concentration Fred managed to directly pass by an elephant, who was away on a truck about three feet from her, without seeing him. Guy was very surprised that you, without realizing it, could pass directly to a giant elephant.

The cyclists in Kerala are very proud and often drive us to the bet. Once we get someone, he suddenly runs much faster and passed us, only to go immediately back to us very slowly, and then the game starts all over again. This game was so for a while with a group of ice cream man - a teenager, the metal canisters strapped with ice on their racks and a stack of wafers were mounted on the handlebars. Once one of them was tired, overtook us the next. They were so eager to go before us, we slowed our trip at the end and stayed behind them.

After had spent the night in a hotel full of mosquitoes in Kollam, we were finally back on the coast road for a short day to the Varkala beach, only 30km away. As usual, we had planned our route with Google Maps what is normally a very accurate map. However, after we had gone through some friendly fishing villages that lay between the sea and a lake, the road ended suddenly. Large stones were lying on the road to vehicles to keep together against a sudden plunge into the water.

Some people told us that the road had been swept away in the last monsoon 4 months ago by a flood. Our only option seemed to be to go back to Kollam and then make a detour on the main road, which would have transformed our day in a 30km 80km day. Since it was a big detour so we asked for at a yoga center, which had unfortunately lost five huts in the flood (fortunately were not injured yogis). They suggested that we might translate a fisherman for a small fee.

When the fishermen arrived, we were quite nervous. They squatted on a small canoe, which was filled slowly with water. One of the men drew hastily with an old piece of plastic water from the canoe. The canoe stood only about 20cm from the water. Our fully loaded bikes would fit in any case in the tiny boat, and if so we would descend safely. We imagined what our laptops, cameras, passports, etc were on board. It was quite a big risk and we were not sure if our insurance would understand this.

nevertheless was a 50km detour quite annoying if we could go with a short canoe ride to the other side, which was only 300m away. The fishermen were safely transported very experienced and will also be their fish catches in the canoe. Guy went first. He took off all saddlebags and they piled on the back of the canoe. Then he sat down on the little bench, with out the canoe and herwackelte. When he stopped his bike upright beside him, he waved Fred too nervous and it went off.

Once the canoe went a little faster, it seemed to be stable, and the fisherman seemed quite relaxed as he sang merrily and paddled. Soon came the canoe to Guy's easier on the opposite beach.

When Fred was in it, decided to complicate the second fisherman, the ride a little by also climbed into the canoe. With this extra weight, the canoe was still lower in the water, but this time it was well received on the other side so that we the lucky fisherman facilitates paid for their services.

When we arrived at the beach of Varkala, we knew immediately that we had landed in another tourist bubble. Steep cliffs framing a lovely beach, and most houses and restaurants were sitting on the cliffs overlooking the sea. We found a nice little guest house and went to upset the German Bakery for lunch. When we had sat on top of the cliffs, with the glittering sea below us, we felt like we were sitting on the top deck of a cruise ship.

Most restaurants offered dinner a variety of fresh fish on, so that one can select one and then it could prepare for dinner. It was nice to see that tourism here support the fishermen in their traditional businesses, where they could ask for hopefully higher prices than the restaurants on the market. One of the waiters told us that he works at night as a fisherman, and during the day as a waiter. He sleeps only a few hours during the fishing boat goes out to sea. Sorry, just have a lot of people in India have two jobs to earn a living, especially if you support her family.

As we go down to the beach left, we passed by a dentist. "No thanks, we were only just in Kochi at the dentist," we said, to the disappointment of the man was about to give us a flyer. We joked about how many tourists dentists in Kerala was on the beach and watched the sunset, as Guy suddenly got a toothache! The next day the pain was worse and we went back to the dentist to make an appointment, to the delight of the Flyer-man (we think he has demonstrated the poor guy with a voodoo curse). The dentist prescribed an X-ray examination to see whether a root canal was necessary, at which he was sure to 90%. After a sleepless Night made the next morning the X-ray images, and to our relief, the tooth was healthy - it was just inflammation. However, we were quite impressed by the well-qualified dentists in Kerala and now understand why medical tourism is booming in India. The costs are so much lower than in the West, with equal or better treatment conditions.

After a few days in Varkala we drove along the coastal road in the south to Kovalam. Unfortunately, there was once again the ferry is not expected, and while we tried to find a bridge over a river, we got lost and ended up on a small dirt track for cows. This was the last of the many ferry crossings, we had expected - in the whole time we had spent on the west coast of India, which is widely known that for all the ferries, we have not got a single ferry!

While we were somewhat lost through a small village, we found a Hindu festival in honor of the goddess Meenakshi. Everywhere something was wrong when the people made preparations for the festival. From large speakers sounded rhythmic Indian music, and the streets were decorated with tinsel and colored ribbons. Some men asked us to stop and pointed to a path that led to the temple, where they made food gestures. With perfect timing, we arrived just as lunch was served! We pushed our bikes

along the path, past a long line of women who all sat behind a pot that was kept warm over hot coals. Some young men explained that this would be gifts for the goddess. The women had cooked rice with coconut and spices, which was then blessed by the temple priests. A little rice was offered to the Goddess, and blessed the rest of the meal was shared with the family.

An elderly man invited us to park our bikes on his driveway, and then we walked along a long line of smiling and giggling women who for Lunch hired. The men formed a separate line. We were introduced to a temple priest who showed us around the temple and invited us to enter the complex from the back, so we avoided the snake. We felt like VIPs, we were honored to share such an important moment with these friendly people. Here men were cooking food for the 5,000 visitors in huge pots. To carry the rice pots, it took several men, and various curries were stirred over the fire with late great spoons.

Two chairs and a table were taken, and we were served a delicious lunch of rice, pappadums, five different curries and sauces, as well as a dessert, while all others ate standing up or sat down on the dusty ground. When the priest realized that we had difficulty in eating with his hands, he brought us spoons. A group of men stood around and talked to us, and they watched us with food and supplies gave us time and again. When we were ready, came the "Kitchen" Chef to us, want to see if we are eating. After this nice invitation brought us back to the priest and a few other men on our bicycles and thanked us (!) For our visit.

the early evening we arrived at the beach resort of Kovalam, which had once been pretty, and surrounded by palm trees, but is now full of hotels and restaurants is crowded with tugs and charter tourists.

As she waited with the bikes, while Guy is looking at a hotel, Fred was made by a man is a very interesting offer. "I see you have nice bikes. I want my elephant . Sell Do you want to share, perhaps? "For a moment she thought about it, only to see Guy's reaction when he came back and saw her perched high on an elephant!

After we had decided to keep the bikes, we ate a pizza (luckily there was a wood stove because it was a long power failure just after we had ordered our food). A long haul ahead of us because we were planning to go around the southern tip of India and then to drive the east coast to Madurai, which was about 400km away.

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bike route planning and navigation

Before we started on our big trip, we headed a few thoughts about as we plan our routes and would then navigate. We knew we would have outside of Western Europe only maps with very little details, not exactly ideal to find a quiet side streets and us not getting lost in big cities.

During our tests in England, we started playing around with the Garmin eTrex H . It is a fairly priced navigation device (about € 80) with high accuracy and a rugged housing. invites you to navigate its own "track" high, and follows a line from the beginning to the end of the track. However, one can not maps loaded onto the device, and it will tell you not where the next Cafe, but it is an affordable solution that has served us well over the last 10,000 km.

EQUIPMENT

- Garmin eTrex H GPS.

- Laptop for the route planning on the Internet, and upload tracks to the navigation device.

- Serial-to-USB cable. The eTrex H comes with a serial cable, but the newer version should have USB.

- Garmin Map Source software including Garmin eTrex H driver.

- holder to mount the eTrex H to the handlebars.

ADVANTAGES AND DISADVANTAGES OF OUR SOLUTION WITH THE GARMIN ETREX H

How always, there is this solution the advantages and disadvantages. We have tried to list all of them down. Two of the disadvantages can be eliminated by using a newer version of the Garmin eTrex H.

BENEFITS	DISADVANTAGES
Reliable, accurate and fast GPS	laptop and Internet access are notwending to plan new tracks and upload
You do not need expensive GPS card can buy	the initial setup of the device are a bit complicated
Affordable - only a small initial investment to purchase the device	No indication of guidance or cities, you see only the line of the track one has uploaded
One can the height profile of a route in advance to see	Average battery life is about 17 hours without recording the traveled route (newer version should have better battery life)
altimeter information is useful in the mountains and on longer climbs	The Garmin eTrex H is limited to 750 points per track, so that his tracks therefore must divide (new version more points to take)
access to accurate coordinates. Useful if you give someone your exact position has
One can record his genuine, driven route and then download

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This looks at first glance look like much work, but if it has a few times, it goes pretty fast. We usually plan a couple of weeks in advance, which takes about half an hour. This time you will then save then quickly on again when you consider how much time can it cost to get lost - especially in other countries where they might not speak the language and read the street signs can not.

steps 1-4 may be useful even if you have a GPS device, and I want only the height profile of different routes for a route planning.

1. Internet access in the website www.bikeroutetoaster.com and Course Creator click
   
2. find the starting point on the integrated Google Map (annoyingly you can not search for it, and the webmaster does not respond to our ! Bidding) set
   
3. The options: "Auto Routing" and "Data: Google" menu. Click
   
4. along the desired route (if the road is not found, remove the "Auto Routing" selection), and a track is created automatically. While creating the track, you can also occasionally see on the "Summary" tab, the height profile (height and distance). During our planning, we often find ourselves in a few different routes to find the best combination of quiet roads, beautiful scenery and not too many steep climbs.
   
   
   
5. If the track is finished, click on the "Summary" tab and download To File (GPX) select .
   
6. We often make a photo of the route profile with our phone, so we look at the go. It is useful to know where exactly is the beginning of the large increase.
   
7. If the file is downloaded, we use Garmin Map Source to the file on our GPS device upload. If you do not have Map Source You can also use one of the many free applications online, but might need a different driver to install the Garmin eTrex H.
   
8. Before uploading the tracks you have to ensure that the number of points is less than 750, because you can not upload more points per track on the Garmin eTrex H. This step can be skipped if you have a newer GPS model that allows more points per track. To split a track, we make the following in Map Source: Edit -> Properties . The Shift key and select the first 750 points, then copy it. A Map Source to open the second time and Edit -> New Track . Then add the points. This is the first track. If the original document is less than 750 points nachbleiben, this is the second track. If nachbleiben but still more than 750 points, repeat the above process until the original track is split into smaller tracks, each containing not more than 750 points.
   
9. To upload the track that ensure the Garmin eTrex H employed and connected to the computer. > Select Send to Device - Then transfer . If you can not see the device, the Garmin eTrex H off and do. On initial application to ensure that the driver was successfully installed and has identified the operating system, the GPS device. During the upload, the instrument feedback and then indicates whether the track has been uploaded successfully.

CONCLUSION

This solution works well for us, because Google Maps is the most detailed and reliable map. A major advantage of this solution is that we need to buy expensive GPS maps for each country. Of course, you will sometimes spontaneously a different route, but you can at least see where you are in relation to the proposed route, and how far away from the target.

The route planning can save you as much time and hassle because we therefore rarely get lost, that we never go without the Garmin eTrex H. go Every time we through cities, know exactly where the passport is or find the small road that is not even marked on our map, we bless our little GPS device and the little time we have invested in our route planning.

If you have further thoughts or tips on route planning and navigation have, we would appreciate a comment.

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Knots

Wednesday 9 February

Today is a knot on the program. I do know already is all about knots, but knots always fun. Karen says something about the history of nodes that I had not all known. And then we make the nodes that I've known all already. But I know if I have fifty years tied bows on my shoes only suboptimal! And then there is the bowline knot and each other in left and right versions! Never heard!

Double Schotstek, in left and right versions

Even though I have so often practiced knots and my interest in it, there are always new mysteries to discover only when one gets involved with them