After a three-hour flight from Bangalore, we arrived at Kolkata in India, and the first
thing was to try to arrange two taxis to go to the center. Kolkata welcomed us with
a limited-horn soundtrack, backstreet with taxis, trams, buses and hand-wrapped shows and also
ships. It took us a week and about six hours a day to release our batteries from DHL and
airport boosters. And finally we got them, by this way, the men at the other side believe
it or not, is the DHL representative. We were lucky to be in India at this time and to see
how Indian love cricket and their national team, the men in blue. India won the World Cup against
Sri Lanka and become the champions for the second time in their history. That night Kolkata blew
up in joyful and happiness. That was a sleepless night for the Indians, and therefore for us.
Bryce, the owner of Spanish Cafe in Chattel Street, and now a good friend, helped me to design and
find hand crafters to rebuild our trailer. Finally, we were lucky to make the leap,
an incredible GI craft.
A bicycle, here to London.
Although we can barely say a couple of English words, he's a really easy person to talk to.
That's the final one.
I'm very happy. I think we have a new trailer.
Good.
Thanks to Gautamistrov, another great friend in town, we were invited to join for free the Kolkata walking tours.
A really well prepared guide shows us an unknown corner of the city and its multiculturality, ending in the Jewish synagogue.
We were visiting the leap to see the trailer's evolution and how slowly slowly it was becoming a reality under his hands.
He and his assistants confessed that they did the job because of us, not for the money.
And as we become good friends, they granted us with some time.
We finally got a new trailer, and we call it the leap in his honor.
Thanks to him, the GI craftman, and all of our new friends in town, we had a great time in Kolkata.
