Varun then departed, not in a car or carriage, but on a bicycle.
This was no ordinary bicycle, however.
He had commissioned one of the blacksmiths to construct it based on a highly advanced design provided by Daivik.
The frame was lightweight yet incredibly strong, Its gear was based on the NuVinci Hub gears.
A NuVinci hub is said to have an infinite number of gears because the gear ratios are continuously variable, rather than discrete.
They provided the best exmperience for riding the bike, whether it be mountain side, desert , forest or any off track.
And the tires were designed for maximum efficiency and speed, with sturdyness enough to run on himalayan deserts.
It was a marvel of engineering, a testament to Daivik's ingenuity and Varun's foresight.
As to why varun didnt take ship to board? because it would take more time through ship than with a bike.
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Varun took a train to delhi, too appraoch europe though land, he needs to pass though the 'The Grand Trunk Road' built by the Mauryan Emperor 'Chandragupta Maurya'.
And after that, he needs to join the the silk road which passes though the central asia and joins to the eastern europe.
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Now after a day of trip, varun hopped on to the Delhi Railway station, while looking at the train moving back, as it was the train that dropped him here(In a sense).
Varun embarked on his journey, heading towards Ghaziabad, the closest point on the Grand Trunk Road leading to Delhi, as Daivik had informed him.
He mounted the custom-built bicycle and began to pedal.
The performance of the machine was nothing short of astonishing.
Varun felt a smooth, effortless glide, as if the bicycle possessed a life of its own.
Even with minimal exertion, the bike propelled him forward with remarkable efficiency. He was awestruck by Daivik's engineering prowess.
With a casual, steady pedaling, Varun easily reached a speed of 45 - 50 kilometers per hour.
He couldn't help but imagine the potential velocity if he were to pedal with greater force, or,
even more, if he were to utilize his enhanced physical abilities.
He calculated that he could potentially reach speeds exceeding 350 kilometers per hour.
He then considered the distance to Berlin, approximately 6100 kilometers.
At such speeds, he could theoretically reach his destination within two : third of a day, which is truly remarkable or rather impossible feat.
However, Varun reminded himself that he had to consider the practicalities of the journey.
The terrain along the Grand Trunk Road, and later the Silk Road, would present challenges.
He also wanted to savor the journey, having heard tales of the breathtaking scenery along the route, the majestic yaks and nomadic tribes.
He was inclined to take his time, to experience the journey fully, rather than rushing to Berlin.
Yet, the urgency of his mission remained.
He couldn't afford to linger.
With a mental reminder of the time constraints, he began to pedal with increased vigor.
As he accelerated, the people along the roadside witnessed a blur of dust and a fleeting shadow of a man on a bicycle, a testament to the incredible speed of his custom-built machine.
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Varun continued his rapid pace, the wind whipping past him as he traversed the dusty roads.
As he approached Delhi, the landscape gradually transformed.
He saw the Yamuna River, its waters remarkably clear.
He could discern the riverbed even at depths of 20 to 30 feet, a stark contrast to the polluted state he knew it would be in the future.
Along the riverbanks and roadsides, he observed the people of Delhi.
Men were clad in traditional kurta and dhoti, while women gracefully carried water pots on their heads, drawing water from the pristine Yamuna.
It was a scene of simplicity and tradition, a glimpse into a time before the rapid industrialization and urbanization that would later transform the city.
Despite the captivating scenery, Varun pressed onward, the urgency of his mission driving him forward.
He reached Ghaziabad, the gateway to the Grand Trunk Road, and continued his journey.
The reactions of the people he passed varied from bewildered stares to shouts of astonishment, as they witnessed the incredible speed of his bicycle.
He maintained a steady rhythm, his enhanced physique allowing him to sustain a high speed for extended periods without fatigue.
As the sun began to set, he stopped at a roadside inn, a simple structure offering basic food and lodging.
He took a brief respite, eating a quick meal and resting for a few hours.
As dawn broke, Varun resumed his journey, the rising sun casting long shadows across the landscape. He pressed onward, his mind focused on the task ahead.
The Grand Trunk Road stretched before him, a ribbon of asphalt winding its way through the vast expanse of the Indian subcontinent.
He passed through historical towns and ancient ruins, each a silent testament to the rich history of the region.
He saw bustling marketplaces filled with vibrant colors and exotic smells, and peaceful fields dotted with grazing livestock.
As he crossed state borders, the languages and cultures shifted, a testament to the diversity of India.
He encountered people from all walks of life, each with their own stories and experiences.
The day blurred into a rhythm of pedaling, eating, and resting.
Varun's determination grew with each passing mile, fueled by the urgency of his mission and the desire to reach Berlin before the Allies could seize the scientists he sought.
He knew that time was of the essence.
Every moment he delayed, the greater the risk of losing those valuable minds to the Allied powers. He pushed himself harder, his resolve unwavering, his eyes fixed on the horizon.