The road turned sharply left and angled steeply up. I watched it disappear into the trees and then finally reappear as a tiny line up the mountainside.
So this must be the start of the “significant climb” they had mentioned in the ride briefing the night before. Switchbacks. My bicycle was already out of gears after ascending to the base of the “significant climb”. There were no more low gears to make it easier – it would be a matter of getting up the mountain with what I had.
I was six weeks into a two month bicycle trip through India that meandered from the northern city of Agra, home of the Taj Mahal, more than 4000 kilometers to the southern tip.