The Perspective
Every climb on a Bicycle is an outright fight with your physical self, any odds which are against you and every pushing second transcends into a moment of truth to witness the expanding possibilities.
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Friday, January 7, 2011
Through the Bicyle
Day 8 - Dec 10 ,Friday
Temple near Vengurla |
The last span |
Kiranpaani jetty |
The Pump view, Arambol |
The celebration |
Calangute stay |
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Day 7 - Dec 9 , Thursday
Our Malwani host |
Homestay in Tarkarli |
( Good job coming on a cycle. Just like the foreigners do. No need of petrol. Just a pedal and you are set on your way.)
Malwan-Devbag road |
The Route
In Devbag |
Ferry to Bhogwe |
The Red mud trail |
Near Mhapan |
Cyclogy
A Bicycle helmet |
Misfirings
Bani , Rahul and Me |
Dibakar |
The Ache |
and me got off from a bike on a climb just 5 kms
away from Vengurla, out of fatigue and decided to
walk. On our entire trip, Dibakar was fighting really
hard with his big black messenger bag considering the
fact that the bag swiveled constantly through and fro
around his shoulders while riding.
Home |
We were in laughing fury when we talked about it and this time our stomachs ached more than the legs. Only reason, now I can think of the big laugh was our body was acting in defense against fatigue and even a small silly act was turning into a laugh-out-loud scene.
In Aravali |
Day 6 - Dec 8 , Wednesday.
The Day of Reckoning.It was 6:0 am and we left Jaitapur. Starting up early morning was something that we tried but never happened. But the early night bivouac in a temple forced us to wake early as the idea of people finding us in our sleeping bags didn’t look too convincing. And Rahul seemed to be happy with our early Headstart following a great Sushine morning on a small fishing creek running to Vijaydurg.
The Mornings |
Sunshine |
Cyclogy
:
Mornings and Evenings, when the sun is low and temperature is cool remains the best time for cycling . Any another time is an unnecessary battle.
Noon comes with a mandate of dehydration pangs, unbalanced body temperature, unnecessary fatigue and a boredom questioning why exactly are you doing this. And Night is a game of light and shadow and a constant fight against not getting hit and possibly killed by a speeding vehicle. In India on urban roads, walking people commands more respect than a guy with a cycle.The story though is quite different on the Outskirts.
Turning up for breakfast, Near Padel |
Through check post |
The Route
: With dawn still looming in the distance we climbed a to-be-road and continued on the road through Niveli and looked for a bridge at Jambhari where we climbed a small hill and entered Sindhudurg district. There is a check post after the climb that separates Ratnagiri from the Sindhudurg district. After a small inquiry about our journey by the officer at check post, we continued our way to Padel from where one road leads to Vijaydurg and other to Malwan.
Dabhole, Water break |
Street play |
The road to Malwan from there is a well maintained
State highway with pretty big villages and schools and
then it enters an inner road from Dabhole. The red
blooded laterite soil ,buoyant smell of cashew trees
and the sweet Malwani dialect overwhelms our way
and me with a sense of being home. On our way ahead
we left behind few holy spots of Kunkeshwar and
Rameshwar near Mithbav and had a rest of about 2
hrs and a wholesome lunch of Veg Thali. With few
turns and small climbs we reached Achra around 4.30
pm and watched a small streetplay by a local body
campaigning the Sarva Shikshan Abhyaan.
Improvisation
: After an hour ride from Achra under the setting sun, we reached Malwan. We spotted a Kingsfisher bathing in the sunset on a cable wire and enjoying the view. After reaching Malvan Bandar, we were caught in a dilemma, whether to move ahead to Tarkarli which is heard to be very Beautiful or stay in quite populated Malvan, which was our planned destination for our days end. However, we decided to move ahead and reach Tarkarli. The 8 km road to Tarkarli turned out to be a beauty and an unimaginable cycling track with a feel of another extra wheel below you, gliding you effortlessly.
The Kingfisher |
School in Malvan |
Malwan |
The Rendezvous
: Rahul`s two friends , architects by professions came to meet us at our Tarkarli Homestay and told us few fascinating stories .
a) Gaavpalan. An event held in Achra where all the residing people of the village with all their belongings and herds go and stay together at a some far away place for few days. The ritual is said to resolve disputes and boost family bondings. Not strange though considering the fact that the new found business world employs it in the name of “Corporate bonding” process.
b) Jeff, one of the guy, revealed about a courageous man who cycled Bombay Goa inspite of an unequal leg length deformity with a technique called “Scissors”, Kaychi a local word and he being an inspiration for him to cycle Bombay Goa someday.
c) And talk about how globalization and government policies are making the locals and their villages vulnerable to forget about the cultural and architectural values of their ancestral homes and turning them into bigger concrete boxes and the new face of developing Urban India.
The Giant bringing beer on the Bottle cage |
Rewards:
The day ended in a big night-out with splendid Surmai thali loads of beer till 3.0 am and heavy discussion , Bani and me against Rahul and Dibakar. A classic debate between an Engineer and an Architect.
One projecting a Functional and Utilitarian motives and other proposing Aesthetic and Cultural Values of our Villages.