It was a typical mundane routine till the long imminent weekend. I was just back from a tiresome earlier Nov month with lots of activities in professional and personal space. Mentally I was fine to take a break but was worried on the physical exhaustion it might bring. So in an indolent manner kept procrastinating with lame excuses which ever struck my nervous system avoiding any excursion.
On such an occasion, came the long weekend and just a few days before an invite from Sachin, who I am sure was hellbent on doing a trip over the long weekend. In a rather impassive, incurious and a detached response, I affirmed the availability for the trip more so out of concern of landing up doing nothing over the long weekend.
Sachin with sheer alacrity went ahead with booking all the tickets and the necessary itinerary. It was all up to me to just give him company till the end of the trip. The D-day did arrive and I dropped my vehicle back home after office and gathered a rather inappropriate backpack and arrived back at office. Sachin drove over to his home through the rather claustrophobic traffic @Mahadevpura, towards his house. We had a quick pit-stop and gathered the necessary stuff and were on our way to Hebal; luckily we could get another tempo to GovardhanTheatre. The wait kept getting impatient since the bus was late. It was loathsome time we were spending with expletives fulminating from our tongues (for once we would have beaten ViratKohli at his talent), just when it was beginning to peak, the bus arrived and we settled down not realizing what was to follow.
The bus had a weak seating architecture, to top it all, the Windows were open sourced; somehow we had a somnolent few hours before the bust halted for an early morning breakfast only to know that we were just 300kms from our source, any dog could calibrate the reaching time. Post breakfast the bus began this rather arduous journey which should make even senior citizens proud; well they could amble faster than the bus {There was some technical problem}.. Time just seemed as to not pass at all; Sachin was determined to quench his sleep appetite. A few forlorn hours went past by, with fellow commuters getting restless and irritated. Somehow at some point, barely 50kms before destination, the driver saw a garage, somehow had a temporary fix done, in the meanwhile Sachin was up fresh from his soporific state, we had tea to awaken our fallen spirits. The bus began its final stint before conclusion, until it missed a turn and headed in another way; luckily one of the passengers happened to be alert and observant and apprised the driver early of the incorrect route. It was the tip of the point, and the latent heat of all the passengers was awakened, all the anger was continuously converted to chides and reprimands with the external temperature being constant.
Finally the bus dropped us off at the bus stand and we took a rickshaw to Kudle beach. Since it was the eleventh hour, it was tough to get a shack. We roamed a lot until we found a hut, left with no options we had but no choice zero in on the availability, paid up the shack person (we felt it was expensive) albeit with no trumps up our sleeve, we quickly settled our backpacks. Enough time lost, there was no more left to be expended; we had our lunch quickly and decided to trek as long as we possibly could.
We trudged to the end of Kudle, kept hiking and we reached Om in no time. We just kept up our pace till we reached a gorge which slowed us down. We took a handsome break taking a few snaps and kept moving till we reached HalfMoon beach. Sachin got into his mode having a few selfies and clicks while I was still reeling in exhaustion. Finally we got moving towards Paradise beach. This trudge was uneven with moving stones and slippery rocks; we didnt mind since we got a taste of some trekking. En-route we found people returning since it was time and the Police were clearing the beach camping. It was here we got to know that camping was not permitted at Paradise beach. We kept treading along till we were confounded on the path, we found two foreign girls returning and we asked for directions; they shared that we were close-by. One of the girls had a minor slip and yours truly took no time in giving her a firm hand lest she fell. Pleasantries exchanged we moved on and reached the otherwise desolate beach with a 5 policemen and a few people waiting for the ferry. We decided on our options quickly, we would have to trek all the way back to Kudle in a failing light, which was not advisable. The policemen were fine with us sharing the boat to Om. We waited for the ferry and the light had faded enough for the evening to apparate into night. The ferry returned and dropped us at Om. From Om we decided to take a rickshaw to Kudle but our efforts to bargain with the rickshaw guys failed and we walked our way to Kudle on the well laid out road. At Kudle we had some initial difficulty in locating our shack, but somehow we managed to lock in on the GPS co-ordinates. We freshened ourselves to re-invigorate our drooping energy levels with a handsome dinner. Having our fill, we had a night walk all along Kudle. The beach was welcoming, with a nice breeze and chilled moon light. We returned to the shack to rest ourselves for a long next day.
The next began with us walking and doing a light sprint at the beach, collecting ourselves, packing stuff and clearing the shack. We had decided it was time for us to be aquatic marines for the day. We trekked forward along the known trail towards Om. Sachin familiarized with a couple of girls on the way and we had a company to trek on the already familiarized trail. Exchanging pleasantries and chit-chatting along we kept trekking till we reached Paradise. Once there Sachin and I wasted no time watsoever in running into the welcoming ArabSamudradev's arms. It was high tide with the previous day being full moon day. Not venturing deep we dipped ourselves, the water tasted too saline as is always the case. Sachin tried his swimming skills: floating, paddling, submerging et-al; your's truly had his own methods, was into his own ritual. Enough time spent, having our fill of water, we caught a ferry back to Om. We proceeded to NamasteCafe for lunch, but heard for the first time that the restaurant was out of resources. Anyways disappointed we hired a rick to the main bazaar and the driver was kind enough to drop us next a hotel so that we could have food. I decided to fill my empty purse and was on the recourse to discover an ATM, but the day was such that not a single ATM was left with any cash cover; too much time gone I walked back to the hotel; We ate our fill and decided to visit the nearby Ganesh and Mahabaleshwar temples. Mahabaleshwar temple had too much of queue that we would have missed our bus getting into the barricaded darshan queue.
We ambled to MarutiKatte the pickup for our bus, where Sachin made a few quick calls to confirm our pick up. We caught up with the familiar faces with the erstwhile trekking company who were also waiting for their buses. Buses were on the way, exchanged farewells, we boarded our bus. This turned out to be better journey and thankfully no surprises and we were back in business no time lost, which is the reason that the blog turned up. It was a nice trip on an account barring the to-way jaunt.
A quick rejoinder would be to book rooms (especially if families/couples are bound), that way it gets convenient. The rest all is fun guaranteed.
The bus had a weak seating architecture, to top it all, the Windows were open sourced; somehow we had a somnolent few hours before the bust halted for an early morning breakfast only to know that we were just 300kms from our source, any dog could calibrate the reaching time. Post breakfast the bus began this rather arduous journey which should make even senior citizens proud; well they could amble faster than the bus {There was some technical problem}.. Time just seemed as to not pass at all; Sachin was determined to quench his sleep appetite. A few forlorn hours went past by, with fellow commuters getting restless and irritated. Somehow at some point, barely 50kms before destination, the driver saw a garage, somehow had a temporary fix done, in the meanwhile Sachin was up fresh from his soporific state, we had tea to awaken our fallen spirits. The bus began its final stint before conclusion, until it missed a turn and headed in another way; luckily one of the passengers happened to be alert and observant and apprised the driver early of the incorrect route. It was the tip of the point, and the latent heat of all the passengers was awakened, all the anger was continuously converted to chides and reprimands with the external temperature being constant.
Finally the bus dropped us off at the bus stand and we took a rickshaw to Kudle beach. Since it was the eleventh hour, it was tough to get a shack. We roamed a lot until we found a hut, left with no options we had but no choice zero in on the availability, paid up the shack person (we felt it was expensive) albeit with no trumps up our sleeve, we quickly settled our backpacks. Enough time lost, there was no more left to be expended; we had our lunch quickly and decided to trek as long as we possibly could.
We trudged to the end of Kudle, kept hiking and we reached Om in no time. We just kept up our pace till we reached a gorge which slowed us down. We took a handsome break taking a few snaps and kept moving till we reached HalfMoon beach. Sachin got into his mode having a few selfies and clicks while I was still reeling in exhaustion. Finally we got moving towards Paradise beach. This trudge was uneven with moving stones and slippery rocks; we didnt mind since we got a taste of some trekking. En-route we found people returning since it was time and the Police were clearing the beach camping. It was here we got to know that camping was not permitted at Paradise beach. We kept treading along till we were confounded on the path, we found two foreign girls returning and we asked for directions; they shared that we were close-by. One of the girls had a minor slip and yours truly took no time in giving her a firm hand lest she fell. Pleasantries exchanged we moved on and reached the otherwise desolate beach with a 5 policemen and a few people waiting for the ferry. We decided on our options quickly, we would have to trek all the way back to Kudle in a failing light, which was not advisable. The policemen were fine with us sharing the boat to Om. We waited for the ferry and the light had faded enough for the evening to apparate into night. The ferry returned and dropped us at Om. From Om we decided to take a rickshaw to Kudle but our efforts to bargain with the rickshaw guys failed and we walked our way to Kudle on the well laid out road. At Kudle we had some initial difficulty in locating our shack, but somehow we managed to lock in on the GPS co-ordinates. We freshened ourselves to re-invigorate our drooping energy levels with a handsome dinner. Having our fill, we had a night walk all along Kudle. The beach was welcoming, with a nice breeze and chilled moon light. We returned to the shack to rest ourselves for a long next day.
The next began with us walking and doing a light sprint at the beach, collecting ourselves, packing stuff and clearing the shack. We had decided it was time for us to be aquatic marines for the day. We trekked forward along the known trail towards Om. Sachin familiarized with a couple of girls on the way and we had a company to trek on the already familiarized trail. Exchanging pleasantries and chit-chatting along we kept trekking till we reached Paradise. Once there Sachin and I wasted no time watsoever in running into the welcoming ArabSamudradev's arms. It was high tide with the previous day being full moon day. Not venturing deep we dipped ourselves, the water tasted too saline as is always the case. Sachin tried his swimming skills: floating, paddling, submerging et-al; your's truly had his own methods, was into his own ritual. Enough time spent, having our fill of water, we caught a ferry back to Om. We proceeded to NamasteCafe for lunch, but heard for the first time that the restaurant was out of resources. Anyways disappointed we hired a rick to the main bazaar and the driver was kind enough to drop us next a hotel so that we could have food. I decided to fill my empty purse and was on the recourse to discover an ATM, but the day was such that not a single ATM was left with any cash cover; too much time gone I walked back to the hotel; We ate our fill and decided to visit the nearby Ganesh and Mahabaleshwar temples. Mahabaleshwar temple had too much of queue that we would have missed our bus getting into the barricaded darshan queue.
We ambled to MarutiKatte the pickup for our bus, where Sachin made a few quick calls to confirm our pick up. We caught up with the familiar faces with the erstwhile trekking company who were also waiting for their buses. Buses were on the way, exchanged farewells, we boarded our bus. This turned out to be better journey and thankfully no surprises and we were back in business no time lost, which is the reason that the blog turned up. It was a nice trip on an account barring the to-way jaunt.
A quick rejoinder would be to book rooms (especially if families/couples are bound), that way it gets convenient. The rest all is fun guaranteed.
