We had two group leaders: Peter was with us for the first week, then handed over to Joseph, a local leader.
Peter was an excellent leader; experienced and professional. I can say only good things about his work.
Joseph did his best but, from the moment he took over, he allowed the speed-merchants to force the pace and was always well ahead of the increasingly strung-out group, leading from the front and therefore inevitably unaware of how far behind some of the group was falling. This was particularly noticeable on the main-road, traffic-heavy sections when I, for one, didn't see him or the head of the peloton for miles. He also seemed not to know that, at catch-up points, the last few people to arrive were entitled to the same amount of breathing space as those who'd arrived first had had; as soon as all were reassembled - he (and the front runners) were OFF. I think he would benefit from some further training, in particular with regard to the likelihood that members of the group will have widely differing levels of biking fitness and different expectations of the tour.
I would like to praise our support-vehicle driver and bike-maintenance assistant, Sehkar, whose warm and supportive personality transcended any potential problems or difficulties there might have been.
Praise, too, for young Rintu, the Junior/Trainee Leader: another warm, cheerful, enthusiastic and helpful person, full of laughter and yet ready, when necessary, to take things seriously. Both these guys were very encouraging and supportive; a joy to know.
There was a kitty organised for evening meals: this meant that we ate at places our leaders chose and they were, perhaps inevitably, usually more up-market and European-tourist focused that I would have liked. On a couple of occasions my partner and I forsook the group arrangements and went off on our own, to find more off-the-beaten-track places to eat; we enjoyeded these experiences far more than we did any of the meals we had in a large group, sitting round a huge table in a large restaurant/hotel.
Because of the pace, I spent a lot of time, traffic- or road-surface-focused, pushing hard on the pedals and not able to appreciate the surroundings: "What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare?" Also, because of the pace, stopping to take photographs was a non-starter: if I stopped, I fell even further behind the pace and had even less chance of catching up with the middle of the field.