37 km
I took the small roads as near the coast as I could, checking out beaches along the way. It was nice riding through tiny villages where I stuck out like a sore thumb, or as if I had been a couple of moose cycling through on a tandem while playing the banjo and singing a duet. I bought some bananas and chai in a tiny place. People were friendly enough, but they stared at me like thinking "what the f is that?". They had obviously never seen anything like it.
It took some trial and error before I found a place to stay. There is a combined guest house/sanatorium/girls hostel run by Nargol Parsee Association. It is a fairly large compund with several old buildings. I never saw anyone by the one that probably is the sanatorium. But there was a girl at times around the girls hostel. I was alone in the guest house. It has only two rooms and one large verandah. The place is run by a very sweet family. They also cooked for me, superb thalis and sweet tasty tea. I must say the bed was rather hard and the large room quite cold at night. There is however a fine modern bathroom, and the verandah is lovely.
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