Moving along...
Spend Diwali in Mumbai withe the family, then M and I drive to Pune on the evening of the 27th. This is Day Zero- the day the bikers: 2 guitarists and our drummer- take off from Pune on two bikes: a Karizma and an Avenger. We have had long discussions on this and riding 600 km for two days just before attending the concert of our lives doesn't seem to be a smart idea. So they do 350 of those on Day Zero, staying over at UV's in Belgaav and heading for Hampi the next day.
UV is our friend from Bangalore whom we have- funnily enough- never met before this trip. He is a Belgaav native and has kindly offered to put the bikers up for the night. He in turn will hop into my car, occupying the 5th seat to Hampi and then onto Bangalore.
Meanwhile M and I spend the evening meandering our way into Pune, since we don't want to waste 3 precious hours doing the expressway the next morning. An uneventful drive: e-way runs are almost on auto-pilot now. We grab dinner at my favourite Thai place on Baner Road. Then head home and crash. I am totally keyed up and do whatever I can to relax: a hot bath, some light reading and finally doze off. Only to wake up in a panic as I realise have not set an alarm. 4:00 am seems reasonable and I key it into my mobile phone.
Wake up after what feels like a full night's rest and check the time: 1:30. Damn! Go back to sleep and wake up some time later: 2:00. This happens till about 3:30 when I give up and get out of bed, only to find M is already up and toodling about in the bathroom.
Growing up in Mumbai, you always have neat little compartments to slot your friends into: junior college friend, train friend, colony friend etc. M is my "school friend", among the oldest that I can recall. My first memory of him is at his fifth birthday party- and that was a LONG time ago
. A general surgeon who still lives in a one kilometre radius from the place he was born, M is looking forward to this trip in a way I cannot explain. There is also some nervousness I sense: he is the "outsider" in my intimate bunch united by music and madness. And his family isn't used to him going AWOL for days on end. We are opposites in many ways, me rather easygoing while he is the meticulous planner and consummate worrier. He is also my backup driver, though he has never driven an AT before. I have to settle for that: none of the others in my car can drive.
The route is planned such that our keyboard man in his Wagon R picks up most of the others leaving just one guy close by for me to pick up. I buzz him at a quarter to 4 and get a sleepy response. This alarms me and I start buzzing everyone else. But I needn't worry- everyone's as excited about this trip as I am: by 4:30 the other car is en route and we've already picked up Sleepy and are on the open road.
A call from the other car: they've forgotten to pack the SLR! We're going back. Oh damnation. Sleepy remembers there is a 24 hour CCD at Chandni Chowk, which seems like a good idea. Hot lattes and some photo opportunities.
At journey's start:
Refreshments beckon!
The Vento gleams in the pre-dawn:
We hit the road after about 20 minutes and are soon at the magnificent Katraj Tunnel.
The Wagon R catches up with us halfway through the tunnel and the party suddenly gets livelier. Our keys man is celebrating his birthday today so we pull over on the side of the road to exchange hugs and introduce the new guy.
On the open road: the NH4 stretch.
Hitting the road again, we manage to kick up a good pace.
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But never too fast NOT to appreciate the gorgeous natural beauty around us.
October is probably the best month to travel: the post-monsoon greenery everywhere but the nip in the air is just barely there. We stop several times to take snaps. M takes most of them, warming up to my Sony H55 almost immediately.
Before you know it, we've picked up our friend from Belgaav and are on the state highway from Hubli via Gadag and Hospet to our first destination: Hampi!