Those were the beautiful days of my life. We were a group of four friends, who shared a common interest, riding & trekking. We loved riding together, trekking together. It was fun, real fun. We covered almost everything around Pune, all the forts, all the ghats, all the waterfalls, well almost, including some beaches on our bikes.
Things have changed now, two of us had a ligament tear in our shoulders in two different incidents(Me and another friend), since than both of us have limited our riding. We do go back to our love of riding once in a while, however the frequency has reduced.

Thats US minus 1 (He was clicking this pic). The guy on the extreme right is me.
Vasota, this one ride has been etched in our memory since December'2012. It was 1st of December 2012, as always we had planned everything for this ride. The route, the time we leave, camera, extra batteries, the tent, the petrol, bikes
except food, water & sleeping bags 
.

Our rides for the day. I own Avenger, however I planned to be the pillion for this ride.
Yes, in our excitement we forgot that we will require food & water & sleeping bags. It was the first time we had rented a tent and were actually going to be sleeping under a tent by the river side. Obviously, we were excited, however in our excitement we forgot that we are going to place where you don't get anything after evening 7 PM, not even drinking water.
Vasota is a fort, situated in a jungle in Maharshtra. It is approximately 200 kms from Pune. The plan was to leave in the morning, reach the village which is located at one side of the river by evening, camp there alongside the river for night, take a boat in the morning to cross the river, trek to the fort, climb down and reach home by Sunday night.
Everything was going as planned, we reached the village by 7 PM completely unaware that we do not have the luxury to buy and eat food at our will in that small village. We were not even carrying a packet of Parle-G biscuits. Somehow, we got hold of one man who had a small road side hotel, pleaded and made him cook some food for us, of course he did that on his own conditions. Thank fully, he did. Done with dinner, we headed up for setting up our tent, our very own tent for the night. We struggled with our mobile torches, to find some dry logs/sticks to help us make our very own bonfire. Looking for anything dry, with those surroundings and climate was itself a big task. We did manage to find some dry sticks, roaming like mads in the jungle in one pitch dark night.

The making of our Home.

Home, sweet home.

The occupants & Home, sweet home.

The best combination every, sky, fire & water.
Few photographs and some fun later, it was time to sleep. It was mutually decided, shoes will have to be left outside the tent as tent was too special to enter with shoes. Since we were not carrying any sleeping bags or blankets, and since it was getting colder with every passing moment because of the place being near to the shore of river, it was also mutually decided that we will sleep with the jackets on. Half an hour later, all of us gave each other the permission to put on the shoes and sleep so that we could survive the cold to live and tell the tale.

The much awaited sight after all the sufferings, Morning it was!!
Finally, it was morning. People had started coming in for the trek. We could hear different sounds and voices, talking about the tent and the people inside. To reach vasota, one has to take a ferry and cross the river to the other side. The ferry services are run by government, with a proper ticket window set up.

Hungry stomachs, smiles on faces, that is how we lived and we loved it to the core.

Our next ride.
We got ourselves the seats for one of the ferry, settled ourselves and the journey begun.

I could stay hungry for days again, if some one promises this kind of view.

Beautiful, isn't it?
The next challenging part of this ride was the trek, it was one of the steepest and felt even more steep with those hungry stomachs. Half way through the trek, the camera was shoved into the bag, we did not have drinking water left with us, however we somehow managed to reach the top and that's what the plan was, and yes we are proud of it.

Told ya!! It was all worth it.

Yes, this too was the part of package.

Ne Ne Ne Ne Ne!!!

Those were the beautiful days of my life!!
After soaking in all the beauty around, we decided to climb down around 2ish. We reached the ferry in an hour or so, and slept in the ferry till others arrived. It was an uneventful return journey.
Thank you for bearing with me, I will leave you with few more pics.
P.S.: This ride had happened 3 years back, I might have forgotten some details/information. Please let me know, if you find anything missing and I will try and recall and make the necessary edits.
As accepted earlier, I am not at all good at writing but I sincerely hope I could do the justice to this ride.This one ride, taught us so many things at different levels.
Any given day, I would love to relive this ride, no questions asked.