A Bike Trip to remember!
First of all, let me start by stating that I am not a good writer, and this is the first time I am writing something about my experiences. So, please bear with me as my writing wont be amazing as other amazing people on Medium. With that out of the way, lets begin !
I am not what you will describe as a seasoned biker who has many bike trips under his/her name. However, I do enjoy a long bike ride. I am from Goa, a small state in India and I stay at Bangalore at present. Being raised in a place like Goa, I do sometime miss the calmness that Goa provides.So, working at Bangalore and following the same routine that is travelling to office and home back, I was really ready to go away and clear my mind for some days and what better way then to plan a solo bike trip from Bangalore to Goa!
So on Feb 20th 2016, I woke up early morning at 4 am to get ready, usually its a task to get up this early! But I guess the excitement was way too much for me to sleep! So I started my bike, left my house and started the journey. I crossed Yeshawantpur after an hour and after that its a straight highway for around 300 odd kms until Hubli!
After, taking a stop for refreshment and some much needed rest, I decided to take a detour and instead go via small villages and towns instead of boring highways. What I didn't know was that, I had been to one of the villages called Mundugod. It lies en route to Hubli from Sirisi and is at a distance of 132 km from the Karwar which is close to Goa border.
Mundugod is a small town without much hustle of city traffic jams. The place where I was excited to visit once again was the famous Tibetan colony. After asking directions I finally managed to reach the monastery and I was mesmerized by their amazing architecture.
I had been to this temple years back when I was in college, and had totally forgotten how peaceful and calm this place makes you feel. After visiting the temple I sat outside just to enjoy the solitude. At that time, one of the young student of the monastery approached me as he seemed fascinated by the helmet I was carrying. He was a Mongolian who didn't know much English other then his native language. But he started the conversation by asking where I am from. When I said I am from Goa, he didn't understand it and seemed confused, because I look somewhat like a Tibetan myself since, I was born in a Nepalese family settled in Goa for many years! Realizing his confusion I told him I am a Nepalese which he did seem to understand. Perhaps the reason is Nepal too have many Buddhist monasteries.
Anyway,then he asked me “ how old ?“, remember that he didn't speak English well or any other language that I could understand. This conversation was happening in sign language where I had to show my fingers to count and tell him my age. At this moment one of the young kids came to me and pointed at my helmet again. I told him to go ahead and try it on himself.
After that we just sat there quietly without speaking a word. Suddenly the monk I was speaking to got up and gestured that he has to go. We shook hands and said goodbye. Looking at all the monks there and how happy and content they looked, it made me realize that I need to start enjoying all the little things in my life and be thankful to what I have. I sat there for some more time and finally decided to say adieu to this amazing place and rode all the way to Goa when the sky was bright orange and sun was about to set.
I guess you’ll must be wondering what is this post all about and honestly even I cant answer to that with certainty. If you want to take away anything at all from this rather lengthy post , all that I would like to say is “Seize the little moments. Don’t let your life be too boring. Go ahead and explore new places around you.”
Thanks for sticking with for this long. Have a wonderful life.