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K2K Solo Bike Ride – Prologue

K2K Solo – Prologue
K2K Solo – Day 0 (Bangalore to Kanyakumari)
K2K Solo – Day 1 (Kanyakumari to Bangalore)
K2K Solo – Day 2 & 3 (Bangalore to Nizamabad to Seoni)
K2K Solo – Day 4 & 5 (Seoni to Gwalior to Sonipat)
K2K Solo – Day 6 (Sonipat to Banikhet)
K2K Solo – Day 7 (Banikhet to Killar)
K2K Solo – Day 8 (Killar to Kishtwar)
K2K Solo – Day 9 (Kishtwar to Srinagar)
K2K Solo – Day 10 (Srinagar)
K2K Solo – Day 11 (Srinagar to Gurdaspur)
K2K Solo – Day 12 (Gurdaspur to Amritsar)
K2K Solo – Day 13 (Amritsar to Bikaner)
K2K Solo – Day 14 (Bikaner to SAM[Jaisalmer])
K2K Solo – Day 15 (SAM[Jaisalmer] to Udaipur)
K2K Solo – Day 16 (Udaipur to Ujjain)
K2K Solo – Day 17 (Ujjain to Aurangabad)
K2K Solo – Day 18 (Aurangabad to Solapur)
K2K Solo – Day 19 (Solapur to Davangere)
K2K Solo – Day 20 (Davangere to Bangalore)

Life has a way to teach you not to smirk, mock or just make fun of certain things.

Like me catching a 0230 flight to Delhi two weeks after wondering in amusement who would take a domestic flight at this odd hours, or making fun of an HR intern who quoted the lines “people do not leave jobs, they leave their bosses”, or dis a rider for attempting a Kanyakumari to Kashmir bike ride.

Yet early morning of Oct 1st 2021, I found myself heading towards Kanyakumari to start a much awaited ride from the bottom of India to the top.

And what an eventful ride it would end you being. I went places I never thought I would and enjoyed moments which I never thought I would. And at the same time cleared an interview, got a job offer and resigned from the saddle of my bike.

But first, some nice pictures.

Starting the ride, early morning on Oct 2nd.

Beauty outside Kanyakumari

Climb up to Sach Pass

Illuminated houseboat at Srinagar

Beginning of autumn at Shalimar Bagh

Golden temple

Desert cliche

Biwi ka Maqbara


2 responses to “K2K Solo Bike Ride – Prologue”

  1. Lokesh,

    Your blog pulls me back over and over again. And it is always a pleasure to be here. Your unhurried, uncomplicated style of writing much like your riding is a pleasure to go through. The one thing that I have noticed by going through the threads in your blog is that time and again you head to the mountains. Is it the mountain blood in you that draws you to them?

    It must be.

    And it is not a new phenomenon.
    Rudyard Kipling writes about it in one of his lesser known stories, “Namgay Doola”.

    To quote him….

    “……the night had closed in rain, and rolling clouds blotted out the lights of the villages in the valley. Forty miles away, untouched by cloud or storm, the white shoulder of Donga Pa–the Mountain of the Council of the Gods–upheld the Evening Star. The monkeys sang sorrowfully to each other as they hunted for dry roosts in the fern-wreathed trees, and the last puff of the day-wind brought from the unseen villages the scent of damp wood-smoke, hot cakes, dripping undergrowth, and rotting pine- cones. That is the true smell of the Himalayas, and if once it creeps into the blood of a man, that man will at the last, forgetting all else, return to the hills to die. ……”

    The magnetism of The hills is quite strong and one finds solace in returning to their lap. The past couple of years have been rather unforgiving in the sense that all travel was banned and the contagion had us holed up like rats in our own homes. Now that there is a sense of normalcy and travel has resumed after a fashion, this would be a good time to head out to the mountains.

    Another fellow pahadi, from your corner of the world, Gaurav Pandey puts the pull of the mountains in the form of a very well penned and composed song. Maybe you have heard it?

    His other compositions are evocative too. They strike a chord somewhere deep inside, and only go on to rekindle the pull of the mountains.

    And talking of YouTube, might I say your eclectic and mouth-watering collage of delicacies that you went through in the ride and put together in the form of a YouTube video was delightful. Very well put together – Good show indeed !

    It would be great to connect. Do give me a holler if you ever heard towards Pune, I’m in the vicinity.

    Until then, keep riding !

    • Thank you.
      Yes It’s the mountain blood. I am from Kumaon, Uttarakhand.
      That quote from Kipling; the last of those lines “That is the true smell of the Himalayas, and if once it creeps into the blood of a man, that man will at the last, forgetting all else, return to the hills to die. ……” are my favorite literary verse. The way Kipling paints India is like no other.

      I have heard of that song (whatsapp fwd) from Gaurav, but I did not have the youtube link. Thank you for sharing that.

      Will look you up when I am in your part of the world.

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