While I am an avid animal lover, I have never described a donkey, as beautiful. Until now.
The Indian Wild Asses, found in the little Rann of Kutch and its surround areas, were looking majestic in their huge herd with the rising sun reflecting their golden and off-white fur.
This whole journey added about 3200 kms to my car and they were the best 3200 kms I had driven for a very long time. As it would turn out, they were also, in my mind, the last of the road trips for a long time to come as soon after the world was struck by COVID-19 and India came to a standstill with the nationwide lockdown.
Or so I thought.
Trip 2: Delhi – Goa – Delhi: September 2020
During the lockdown while we were lost about our professional goals, I felt a calling to go inwards. And began my journey of inner work. That journey eventually took me to Goa, on the suggestion of my therapist. When I decided on this thought, I knew immediately that my preferred way was going to be to drive down there. And that’s what I did.
For the route, I downloaded some audiobooks like The Game of Life and how to play it, Reclaiming your inner power, Body keeps the score and a couple more self learning books. This was going to be a solo trip.
On my way to Goa from Delhi, I made 2 stops. First in Udaipur, second in Thane. Since this was just the easing period of the first lockdown, the roads were pretty much deserted in Rajasthan. And what an amazing drive it was once again through that state. Gujarat though was a totally different ordeal. It felt as if there never was any lockdown here. Even the 8 lane highway wasn’t enough to hold all the traffic. Every person in the cities was off to someplace, it felt.
But once I entered the ghats in Maharashtra, all was well again. The skies were beautiful, the weather was enjoying short splashes of rain in short bits and the car simply came alive on the twisty, winding roads. Or lets say, I came alive with it.
I had planned on staying in Goa for 2-3 weeks. I ended up staying there for 2 months. Since I reached there in September, it was still raining heavily due to the after effects of a passing cyclone. But as the weather cleared, the effect of the pandemic became apparent. The advent of the peak tourist season was greeted by a handful of souls like me. Never have I reached from Vagator to Calangute in 20 mins, that too in a car. But I made most of this emptiness and saw Goa in a way I had never seen it before.
During my two months in Goa I stayed in both North and South Goa. But the most memorable time were the 2 weeks in Arambol. The peace, the serenity, the views, the people, everything felt like the fitting of a quality custom made suit.
It was though in South Goa on a secluded beach that I had a freak incident at the time, funny now.
I somehow managed to lock my car with the keys inside it while dressed only in a towel. And when I say only in a towel, I mean only the towel. After a very long deliberation I finally decided to break the quarter glass to go inside. And with a very heavy rock on my heart, I broke the window with a stone.
Fortunately 2 days later I was able to send the car to VW Goa who took a day and fixed a new glass panel and sent the car back.
Once again, the car had proved itself. And at no moment did I feel anything lacking in the car department on this whole trip. My earlier sore point of the brakes though do remain. It was especially apparent this time as cattle and animals seemed to have forgotten about the existence of vehicles using the road during this lockdown, and they would pop up on an entirely empty road out of nowhere.
Finally in November when I decided to start back to Delhi, I decided to take the other route, going through Maharashtra and Chhattisgarh. So my stops this time were Nashik and near Jaipur. I missed the roads of Rajasthan on this route, but the traffic was relatively light. The roads of Chhattisgarh and MP do need re-paving in various areas.
This whole trip added about 3600 kms to my car.
After this trip I thought I would make more frequent road trips, but the 2nd wave of covid had other plans for our lives. After a very eventful year (read hard), which changes my life in various aspects, I enrolled myself for a course at Deer Park in Bir to learn the Samkhya Karika, one of India’s oldest philosophies.