I was getting restless, yet again. I knew the exact way to get rid of that itchy feeling. It had to be yet another solo bike trip that i had to undertake to quench my thirst. A number of times earlier also, before starting a solo trip, and even while riding my bike all alone up in the hills, I have tried to figure out why the hell do I have to do it. What’s the whole point behind, taking risk of travelling all alone, on a bike, in unexplored areas. Believe me people, I haven’t been blessed with the enlightenment on this one as yet!. I often wonder, may be it is because of sheer love of biking (bulleteering...to be precise) in the hills, or may be it is because of the restless soul, that wants to explore, or may be it is because of that adventurous lil dude inside me, who wants to do exciting stuff all the time!! God knows what it is, but what ever it is, believe me, it is so damn compelling!
Anyways, to cut it short, I kicked off yet again, on a solo bulletering trip. The route selected by me this time was new for me for almost first 500 odd kms. I am sure not many would have tried a solo on such a crazy route. Anyways, the route selected was, Dehradun-Mussorrie-Chakrata-Tiuni-Hatkoti-Theog-Narkanda-Karsog-Chindi-Mandi-Macleodganj-Pathankot-Jammu. In all, a lil excess of 800 odd kms. A number of times while riding on those long, never ending dusty, non existent roads, I really had solid self doubt, God! I must be actually crazy to be doing this! The roads, were non existent, the areas were one of the remotest, with vehicles passing you at the rate of one/hr, hardly a soul to be seen and God save you if your bull decided to go FLAT in middle of no where! To top it all, I ended up travelling well into darkness almost everyday of my riding. So you see I had everything going for a perfect, getting-screwed-big-time kinda scenario. But I guess, as the saying goes, "luck favours the brave". Sure as hell, it favoured me BIG TIME! Not even one puncture in the entire excursion. I guess that explains the luck part quite well. Ya another one, I reached home as a single intact entity. That’s a lot of luck to ask for. But, people, believe me, it was one hell of a trip. Worth all the BP(*@#% panga), as I would like to refer to it! It was nothing less by any measure!
Nevertheless, people, If you have not tried solo bulletering in hills of Himachal Pradesh, you surely are missing something, Big Time. Forget about Shimla, forget Manali and even Macleaodganj for that matter. Stretch a lil beyond Shimla and go for, Theog, Narkanda, Hatu peak, Karsog valley. Try riding through interior roads of Himachal, east of Sundernagar -Mandi axis. You will witness, some of the most pristine and breath taking views. The interior, unfrequented villages of himachal, the virgin beauty of the surroundings and the villages, will submerge your entire existence into soothing peace and calm. You may never want to leave the spot, that you stand at, watching such sights. What a pace of life! You would suddenly start yearning to retire and just come and stay in one of these villages forever. Nothing really seems to be moving around here, the time also seems to be, too lazy to bother about ticking around here. Everything just becomes so relaxed, quiet and calm. Typical of OM Shanti, shanti...shanti.... Anyways, that was about the philo part of it. Now the other parts, well seriously, I am talking about parts, the body parts! Take for example, the ass that went missing. Just because it went too numb to be even make its presence felt. The shoulders, that felt as if they had been carrying a 200 kg
Besides, coming across this amazing lady, I interacted with a couple of school going girls in a remote village in Himachal, while I was enjoying my another cup of dudh patti and was trying to give my rattled butt a break. Well these girls, walk twelve kms a day, for going to school. That was some effort to get literate in 21st century! Few more questions to them and I was a lil more wiser about the life in these villages. Believe me people, there is a lot to feel jealous of. Yes to get mesmerised too, I am talking about the beauty. You got it right, I am talking about beautiful women around these areas. You stand a very high chance of forgetting to watch the road altogether. These village beauties can give a run for their money to almost all Bollywood actresses, that too without even applying a tiny winy line of mascara or whatever gamut of things they plaster their faces with in the tinsel town. Anyways, people, believe me, I tried a lot of inconspicuous safe ways to capture such natural rare beauties through the lens of my camera, but my mobile camera fell way short of the requirement. I couldn’t take the risk of being too obvious in clicking those pics, lest the subject became wary and decided to chop my head off. Mind you, most of these innocuous looking village beauties roam around sporting a draati (Sickle! its sharp!). So, word of advice here, either, use a expensive long zoom camera and shoot keeping the safety distance in mind, or else just watch these beauties and try to commit as much to your photographic memory as possible(exactly what I did). Never....never try and get adventurous around these places, you might end up getting warmed up in a cauldron! Just on the lighter side.
Johannes Osterrath, was the name. I knew I would have a tough time trying to pronounce it correctly (so I just didn’t take a chance). A german giant I met at Macleodganj. I am no less a giant myself by Indian standards, but guys this dude was of German make, I guess you understand what I mean. Standing next to him, I looked like a lil dwarf straight out of Snowhite drama. Size besides, we struck up a great convo. Just like me, this dude was on a solo exploration trip, minus the bike of course. We spoke a lot about pros of travelling alone and we unanimously concluded that solos rock! He explained to me what "Das Auto" means. "The Car", he had said. Remember hearing that in Volkswagen advertisement?? He explained to me how there are three articles in German language, 'de', 'da' and 'das', which mean 'she', 'he' and 'a thing'. Anyway guys, my aim is not to start a German language lessons here. It is just to justify solo travelling I guess. You can never come across interesting people, when travelling in a group. You don’t have the luxury of that kinda space for interesting random people to step in and interact with you. Anyways, on the whole me and that German giant, had a nice convo going for close to three early morning-sunbasking- peanut butter- toast n coffee hours. At around two in the afternoon, after five days of rollercoaster of a trip n 600 kms, it was time to head home, some 200 kms away. My heart grew heavy, but my soul and my 'Braveheart' both knew that there were more solos for both of us...till then..it was..asta la vista..