Day 9: BreakfastWe'd been on the roads about an hour and a half, when me and Ivan started hankering for some nosh.
Most mornings up til now, Ivan and I would just wait. We'd wait, we'd grin and we'd bear a little hunger, but today was going to be different.
Seeing a tiny row of shops on the side of the road Ivan said
"Stop the Rickshaw"
Nick reluctantly dropped the anchor and we pulled in for breakfast, cooked by this geezer.
We've been on the road for more than a week, and this is the first time we've had breakfast.
As we sat inside, thin greasy pancakes and curry slipping down us, Nick sat outside in the rickshaw "guarding" it like he always did. As if anyone would do anything!
That was another thing that had got to me and Ivan. Nick had been totally paranoid about the rickshaw getting stolen for some reason! It was strange.
Anyway, he sat there, moaning about 'losing the lead' as usual when the Blunderbuss crew flew past. Nick got superbly agitated.
Me and Ivan ordered another pancake.