After a long season of slog, its the good, diyllic times again, before the summer vacations get us. We have plenty lined up for the summer, so Raka and I thought it was time to take a working breather.
Out came the trusty Hero Honda passion, and off we went - just the two of us, journeying because we wanted to, like the old times, and like we rarely get to go now a days.
Out first halt was at the Kamath Residency at Nagothane. It is a place we go to often and consistently like for the comfortable home like environment and outstanding food, which is getting rare, in a world of resorts which taste and feel like all others. We had a hidden agenda here. They are planning an extension of their resort facilities, and want to include an artificial wall as one of the offerings. Naturally, we were in on the discussions, and that was a pleasant evening well spent on talking passion of climbing and planning the ideal climbing wall.
The room itself felt like home. Not surprising considering that we have probably stayed in every room this place has over the years. Raka is trigger happy with the TV remote, and the rest of the evening was pure romance with the old Kamal Hassan, Rishi Kapoor, Dimple film - Saagar. Speak of flash back times, I practically grew up singing the songs from this one. Raka has a huge crush on Dimple, of course
Next morning, we were good to go on. We rode through the Tamhini Ghat, passing the multitude of camping facilities come up recently, right on, past the Garudmachi - the programme location of High Places, which of course was founded by Vasant Limaye, one of the oldest outbound training pioneers in India.
And we rode on….. the two of us and our trusted bike. That’s how we like to travel. Carefree!
The kilometers were ticking, the milestones were flashing, and we were in Pune, in time for the first birthday of the son of a very old friend. It was the time for flashbacks, and backslapping and cheer. We stayed with another old friend in Pune and spent the whole day watching Amitabh Bachchan films, while the poor chap slogged away in his office.
I contacted friends from ISABS in Pune, but didn’t meet anyone. Strange how I called when I was in Pune, but didn’t meet. The calling could have happened from Mumbai too. Go figure. Lazy time passes fast, and it was time to head homeward again, but not before my favourite halt on the way - The Japalouppe Equestrian Center. I usually want to stay here, but this time, we were short of time, so it was a quick couple of hours.
Japalouppe is special to me. I love horses and dogs, and this place has them both. Its a farm house cum riding school overflowing with life forms. The owner Rohan More, is a good friend of ours, and its a special thing indeed to catch up with another horseman and talk about horses - just like the good old times. Scratching dogs and being at peace was the chief agenda.
Rohan is planning a new climbing wall too, when he adds some facilities to the place, so we talked about that. Materials, location, planning…… dreaming is fun. its dreams that make us do things once they get urgent enough. We discussed various materials that could be used for the wall, and different ways it could be utilized in the scheme of things at the ever busy life in Japalouppe.
All too soon, it was our deadline to leave. Since we like to travel on bike, we also like to reach places before dark. its really not funny driving long distance on busy roads with trucks claiming ownership of the whole road, and bikers being as vulnerable as mosquitoes.
So off we went, in the direction of Mumbai. Our quick escapade out of Mumbai having succeeded in a most satisfying way.