Day 4: Come away with me The winds from the ghats were strong and chilly and they hit my dried and tired face. My chin itched. Over the past week, I had grown quite a beard. As I glanced in the mirror of the Enfield I was sitting on, I noticed her walk behind me. […]Read more "Wild Winter Ride 3.0: Come away with me"
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 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"