Tales of a Traveller

Exploring the unexplored.

Wayanad – Venturing into the Wild

This was a ride that was due for long, the members at V11 Royal Enfield Riding Club decided to hit the roads to Wayanad, planning to park on the banks of the river Kabini. I had already shifted to Blore so I had to convince my mates who were starting from Chennai to take a route that would get them close to Blore from where i would join them for the remainder of the trip. I was to catch them in Hosur, but since my worload did not permit me to leave office early, i decided to join them at Kanapura junctrion of the thally Road. I reached there and to my surprise my mates hadn’t reached that place. So I drove back in the Opposite direction so that i could catch them in the onward journey. I then drove for about a good 15-20 kms before i caught up with them. Only after i caught up with tthem, did i get to know that one of the riders took a wrong deviation and rode for about 40 kms before he realised and began his way back, we lost a good 2 hrs because of this ordeal. Then we began the journey, after a few kms whhile negotiating a series of turns, Mr Prasad lost control of the ride and kinda lay flat on the ground. Touch wood, he wasnt hurt or injured badly. It wasnt a few bruises here n there alongwith a few swellings. It hurt more for the bike owner, Mr Suresh whose new bike lay there on the ground, not too much of a damage, a few dents and thats all.

We then continued driving on and stopped in exactly the same place where we had stopped a year before when we were travelling to  Bandipur. After this we continued thumping and we had a deadline to meet, 9 o clock or before at the check post. But in all this another nike’s tyre got punctured and then we got all this sorted and we marched on.

When we reached the Check Post it was 9.20 pm and the Guards there were hell bent on the law and so they did not let us pass through to the sanctuary. So after all the excuses that we came up with, the stupid and the brilliant ones. The Guards dint buy any of it and so we had to sleep over on the sides of the road and there began the actual unexpected adventure of the trip. Dinthave anything to eat, nothing to drink. No place to sleep. We were like actual homeless certified bikers, we didnt even have our respective sleeping bags to roll into. We had the most excrutiating time of our lives. Most of em driank to their merry and somehow managed to survive the painful shivering cold temperatures. After that eventful night we started to Wayanad once the Check post opened up in the morning. The fog n mist had completely gotten into our helmets, imparing any vague vision we had of the roads. That was when Hari our Lead Rider, got off the road to wipe his helmet’s visor. Once done he tried to zoom onto the road on his bike, when tragedy stuck as he could not complete the manoever and instead fell off the bike and hurt his right shoulder. We thought he might have just got hurt, but it was only later on that we realised that the pain was moreover because there were 3 fractures in the little bone from the neck to the shoulder.

Another fellow rider took over his bike and began riding untill we finally reached the resort. The place was an abslute peach, it was breathtakingly awesome. We had an amazing time there. The ambience, the food, everything was simply awesome. They hada nice snooker table too to simply chill and enjoy. the climate was also wonderful. All my friends enjoyed the place, their respective drinks and the short rides we had over there. Myself, Suresh Sir, Arun and venkat simply rode out into the Wild, takingg those unknown paths looking to discover the wild. We then also stopped by an old Forest Home to click loads of pictures. My FB Profile is one that was taken there. Then we had an awesome bon fire n evening after which we all had enough rest n sleep so that the jouney back would be as much fun as the onward journey. We all started late after a sumptous break fast and a sound sleep. We took the Mysore – bangalore highway this time instead of the Kanakpura Road. Me, jaiswal & venkat alongwith Lalith Sir rode in a pack upfront. We simply zoomed past every vehicle on the road. The Best part was that mine was the only 350 cc bike while the other 3 bikes were all 500 cc bikes. That was supa fun. We stopped in the middle of nowhere in a small dhaba to have a quick bite and then continued on. We reached Nice Road Junction on Mysore road and stopped there at the Toll Gate to grab a few pics and then continued on till Hosur Road near narayana Hrudayalaya where I picked up my back and drove back home inbangalore bidding adieu to all my fellow riders who were continuing on till chennai.

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