One day coming back from M.G. road, The Husband had helped Youngest son and I into one tuktuk, and he took another to work.
We got a flat tire. A tuktuk is on small wheels and I’d guess flats are a common experience.
The tuktuk isn’t the sort of vehicle you can just sit in while the tire is changed. Youngest son and I stood nearby, me clinging to a pole for support, while the driver and mechanic (?) changed the tire. The wheelchair stayed wedged in the back seat.
It was kind of fun to watch the operation. Apparently it only takes one to lift up the tuktuk.
…and to lower it on the new tire.
If we’d had to wait any time I wanted to find out what was on offer here.
I think that this is the standard indicator for tire places. At least we saw a lot of them.
It’s been close on a month since we were in Pune, India. So blogging the trip is being as much an odyssey as the trip was. I’m still enjoying – how about you?