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I had a flat tire in the farther outpost of Rajaji National Park in Northern India. It was a 25-kilometer stretch on a mountain bike from my home in Haridwar.
There was no repair shop. Thankfully, it didn’t go flat enroute the forest. That would had me forlorn in the middle of nowhere. The vehicular traffic is sparse in this desolate landscape.
The only traffic is of devotees coming for a hilltop temple. This route doesn’t fall in the safari zone, which makes venturing out on a saddletop a bit risky.
But that’s what adventures are made up of.
The environment enthusiast
I left my bicycle locked in one of the shops at the base of the hillock and looked for a hitchhike in one of the last tourist vehicles there.
It was a group of enthusiasts from Delhi on their way back. They have had a good weekend exploring and enjoying the wilderness.
They were kind enough to offer me a ride to the town. I intended to drive my SUV the next day to carry my bike. They were concerned about overtourism and the damages it causes.
