Incred!ble India- MTB Himalaya

logo-12-heromtbhimalayaReturning to India for the 12th edition of the 9 day MTB Himalaya MTB race was a last minute decision and turned into a grand adventure. It’s a fairly big one with 8 stages, 600 km and 15000 M of climbing in the footranges of the Himalayas with a different campsite everynight as the course traversed from Shimla to Dharmshela, the home of the Daili Lama.  Racing in 2014 the race was still in its development stages, but the organizers have been working hard and have created something special over here in India

Racing a bike in India is like trying to play a game of street hockey amongst a bunch of walkers, loose dogs and sporadic traffic.  Large parts of the course were in the wilds of India but over here there are people and animals everywhere.  The single track sections were rad as it made it a real mountain bikers races but also led to some chaotic situations. We’d come across pack trains of mules, guys pushing rottitillers, packs of monkeys and almost everything else imaginable.  The mules were a real problem and would always win as we’d try to get off the trail, either by clinging to a cliff edge or jumping into a rice paddie. The cows were also a pain as they are holy and walk around like they own the place, rarely moving out of the way.   Next year I’ll be coming with an electric cow prodder.img_6475

Thankfully most the race was off the busy roads but at times we’d have sections of battling the traffic.  This required full attention as the rules of the road only state that if you honk you can drive wherever you want and the bigger object has the right away.  On a bike we had no horns and are pretty small so we are at the bottom end of the food chain.

Pedestrians were also obstacles walking down the middle of the road and running across streets without looking as everyone depends on the horns over here.  We figured out that silence was the best bet as if we alarmed them we were coming they would start doing the squirrel  zig zag.  The real problem were the Grass people though as they’d be carrying huge stacks of grass on there backs and if they heard us coming would try to turn around, often causing there loads of grass to come into our lane.  A couple riders hit the ditch hard cause of this.  Huge heards of goats and sheep would also slow our race down as it was like the parting of the sea as we’d slowly ride through them. There was never a dull moment.

Camp life was sweet as we’d sit back eating different curries following the stages and listen to endless stories from the riders as they rolled into camp.  Interacting with the curious locals was a highlight as the organizers had us visit 3 different schools during the race to deliver school supplies and promote sports, education and environmental protection.  The MTB Himalaya was part racing and part cultural immersion into one of the Worlds most dynamic countries. The locals who are primarily follow the Hindu religion were very welcoming and kept us entertained with there humour and ways of going about life.18f539xjil48bjpg

With lots of time to play with in camp it was nice to have such a good setup with food always available and lots of action going on. The Indians really like there noise and would blast the same songs over and over again through blown out speakers.  We tried to put up with it but when it would come on at 6 in the morning or stay on late into the night a few of the riders started running around pulling cables and flipping switches.  This turned into an amusing game as we’d then sit back and watch the young Indian camp staff run around trying to find the disconnection to there music.  The race was comprised of foreigners from 14 different countries and a large local contingent.  The local Indian riders were generally riding dodgy bikes but every year they are getting stronger and with the proper equipment and some outside guidance they will be ones to watch in the years to come.img_6486

Racing wise it was a tough battle with top European marathon rider  Andi Seewald, 7 time 24 HR World Champ Jason English, American Thomas Thurner and the Rocky boys Andreas and Manuel from Europe.  The courses were solid with big climbs, sections of gnarly singeltrack, and some epic views as we raced up and down mountains, across ridges and through tight river gorges.  We raced hard but at the same time there was a mutual respect amongst us as we helped each other dodge cars, fend off dogs and stay out of trouble in the Worlds 2nd most populous country with 1.3 billion inhabitants.

Managing to win the first stage I hung onto the leaders jersey for the first half of the race but would slowly run out of steam trying to battle off an insanely strong Andi Seewald.  I was riding well but this guy was riding stronger then anyone I have seen since racing the World Marathon Champs in Italy in 2015.  I’ll have to go back to the drawing table this winter and adjust a few things to get up to the level he was riding.  Coming in a bit fresher might also help turn the tables next time.img_6505

The Indians have created something special over here as this race has a heartbeat of its own and left most us foreigner riders impressed and wanting more.  Some riders complained about the single track being too gnarly, with a couple short hike a bike sections, but to me this was the highlight of the week as it really got us deep into the Indian countryside and tested our technical skills.  The days were diverse and the memories of riding over 10 000 ft passes, across open ridge lines and through the depths of India will leave a lasting impression.

After a solid post race party with copious amounts of Indian food, local fruit wine and some deafening music, we were alerted the Dalai Lama had agreed to meet us at his temple up in Mcleod Ganji.  Jason English was looking to ride early before his flight later that day so Thomas and I joined him and road up to the Temple early in the morning.  Not sure what to do with our bikes, one of the Dalai Lamas guards asked me to park my Kona Honzo inside his holiness’s temple as the Dalai Lama had never had a visit from a bike of this quality.  There was about 25 of us from the race up there and when the Dalai Lama came out and we were treated to 7 minutes of our lives  none of us will ever forget.  The energy, humbleness and humour was amazing and we all truly felt we were in the presence of one of the greatest figures of our lives.  It’s one hand shake I will never forget and the Kona Honzo is in awe as well.

Off to spend some time in the mountains up here around Dharmkot to soak in the past 5 weeks of adventures and let the high altitude do its thing as in 4 weeks the final race of the season will take place over in Nepal at the Yak Attack 🙂





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