The first page in Motorcycle diaries is jotting down and I hope the readers will excuse the missing elements, which I feel essential for any basic road trip travelogues.
- Photos – The snaps taken during this trip were minimal and do not include any route snaps. Being the first ride, I was more concentrating on reaching the destination, rather than capturing the frames along the way.
- Review of routes – I am very new to Bangalore and also very new to road trips. Hence, I am no where to give any riders navigation tips. Maybe, after I have my intellectual ‘gray’.
Route : Bangalore – Nandi Hills –Bangalore
There was no fuzz about route as it was pretty straight forward and not much to think about. I was to straight head to the outer ring road, from there to Bangalore international airport and go past it on Mysore state highway.
Plan : My plan was to start at early day break to avoid the imminent Saturday traffic of Bangalore before hitting the National Highway. Initial plan included a pack of my friends riding together. But, the lazy Sunday got them and eventually, it was just me, a lone wolf drive.
I will not be able to write a timeline based travelogue for this ride as I already mentioned, it was my first lone ride and I had all the timidness and anxiety of a virgin rider. it will be kind of storyline rather than a timeline based travelogue.
The actual journey started at 9 am. I was expecting a heavy traffic, but the outer ring and the approach road to airport was having normal traffic. Except for few signals near airport, the route was pretty normal till there. After the airport, I took the Mysore state highway and it was the first time, my bike ran on its final gear. The bike was solid and stern and I was cruising through the highway like ‘walk in the park’.
The total distance can be broken up into three to four landscapes. The first part, of course was the outer ring road in city traffic. The second was the cruising part, where the entire stretch of 30+ km was on state highway. The road was as smooth as it needed to be and so was the bike. Third part was the village road of almost 17 km. Though it’s a 40 ft road, it was an experience riding on it. The road condition was good. It was absolutely straight and lined with trees on both sides. On each km, we can see grape sellers on road side. But, I was not in a mood to relish the grapes, though I realize now that it is something worth stopping by.After this stretch, the final part was the high range, final lap with 40 hair pins(30 or 40, can’t remember now).
The top hill was the famous fortified lodge of one of the greatest kings of central south India – Tippu Sultan. There are also 2 temples and the notorious “Tippu Drop”. It is said that, Tippu used to sentence the prisoners, by having them thrown downhill from “Tippu’s Point”. But, as with any site of historical importance in India, the place is also not maintained considering its heritage value. The canons in the fortifications are missing, place is not well preserved and the walls are graved with visitors ‘Love lines’ and names. As an Indian, its a shame for me too that we don’t even today understand the importance of preserving the historical heritage of our past.
Worth to mention here, I had an opportunity to visit the Rudkhan castle in Iran in 2012, which was home to the infamous but first professional killers in human history – “Hassasins”. Considering the seiges and mongol attacks that this castle withstood throughout its history, the Iranians had preserved this castle as such to conquer the time. And I, hundreds of generations ahead was able to see the castle in almost its same sturdiness as in its golden times.
Well, from the road trip point of view, I returned back in same route and was home by 3 PM.
I will be more considerate to keep notes and to snap in route snaps in next pages to make the diary more colorful.