Day 3: Fatigue, Fort, fatt gayi*… I had it. I was too exhausted and irritated to carry on fighting any further. I finally gave up and lost the battle. Alarm:7 Sangeet: 6 The fatigue from the previous day’s ride had got me. Bad roads till Panathur had ensured that my body ached all night. As […]Read more "Wild Winter Ride 3.0: Fatigue, Fort, fatt gayi…"
Day 2, Night: Blitz to Bekal As I rode my way through the forest, I could hear the streams flowing beside. It was pitch black and there were all sorts of sounds. Afraid whether I would come across a wild animal, I tried to speed along, however the low visibility and the bad condition of […]Read more "Wild Winter Ride 3.0: Blitz to Bekal"
Day 2, Evening: Windmills of my mind Talakaveri was never part of the plan. But then again, the WWR has never been about plans. As I paid my respects inside the Bhagandeshwara temple upon the thriveni sangama, Shenaz was busy discussing with local shopkeepers about the road ahead. ‘Sangeet, we can either make a dash […]Read more "Wild Winter Ride 3.0: Windmills of my mind"
Day 2: Welcome to the jungle The following morning, I woke up to the smell of filter coffee. After the first few sips, I already felt energized. Over some idlis for breakfast, we discussed the agenda for the day. As it was too sunny to go exploring Mandalpatti and too early for a scrumptious lunch […]Read more "Wild Winter Ride 3.0 : Welcome to the jungle"
Day 1, Afternoon: The simplicity of gold Riding on the lovely roads, we entered the district of Kodagu, or Coorg. The tree cover was much dense. We rode beside each other. After a quick-lunch followed by a sulaimaani, from a roadside hotel we continued till we reached the Golden Temple at Bylaguppe or the Namdroling […]Read more "Wild Winter Ride 3.0: The simplicity of gold"
Day 1, Morning: Royal Relief The two of us took the Kanakpura road that headed towards Mysore. Though this was the longer route, it was more scenic. We managed to leave the city before the rush hour began. Soon enough, we were riding along the beautiful, black, curvaceous, slender roads adorned with trees and fields […]Read more "Wild Winter Ride 3.0 Royal Relief"
Prologue: The dawn had begun to break. We were thirty minutes behind schedule. The december morning was chilly and the fog had not lifted off yet. The air smelt fresh. As I stood over the parapet outside Shenaz’s house, I gazed at the VW Polo parked downstairs. Bright red, she looked very pretty. It had […]Read more "Wild Winter Ride 3.0"