There's something romantic about solo road trips. A man and his machine, munching up miles, with just each other for company. Well, that's what people say. Personally, I find the idea of driving somewhere all alone kinda boring, and also highly stressful. And so, this time when I had to do a solo road trip from Bangalore to Mumbai, needless to say, I wasn't overly excited about it. To entertain myself through the thousand odd kilometres, I decided to keep a journal. The idea was that every time I take a pit stop, I'll scribble in my phone (because I've forgotten how to use a pen) whatever is on my mind. I'm copy-pasting the same here. To be honest, this probably wouldn't fetch me a Nobel for literature. But then again, that wasn't the intention.
Okay, before I jump in, I feel this needs some context. The move from Bangalore to Mumbai had been on the cards for a while. But things kinda rapidly changed in the past few days. The wife and I racked our brains, to come up with the best possible plan. Of course, when you have a mixed species family (or, as we like to say, a mini zoo), logistics is a total nightmare. Ours was a not-so-simple seven step plan. Step one: The wife had already taken the son and the dogs (and also a nanny, but she ran away) to Kharagpur, by train. Step two: I get all our belongings transported through a movers and packers company. Step three: I take the cat and the parakeet to Mumbai, by road. Step four: I reach Mumbai, and receive the said belongings from the movers and packers company. Step five: The wife and the son reach Mumbai, by air. Step six: The wife makes another trip to bring the dogs (and also a new nanny, once she's hired) to Mumbai, by train. Step seven: We all live happily ever after. Till the next time we need to relocate.
Anyway, here's the journal.
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4:56am. Odometer reading 72268. Goodbye Bangalore. Both Bagha and Panna are quite angry at me, for having woken them up at an ungodly hour. The radio stations haven't started. So I'll just have to listen to these guys vocalise. Dugga dugga.
6:23am. Odometer reading 72350. Reached Tumkur. Gave Bagha half a packet of wet food, which he didn't eat. Gave Panna two Marie biscuits soaked in water, which she ate.
7:33am. Odometer reading 72434. The sun has risen, and my initial adrenaline has waned off. Pushed the seat back, and shut my eyes for ten minutes.
9:58am. Odometer reading 72615. Caught a thunderstorm. Entered a service lane, switched on my hazard lights. And waited. Had a few Hide & Seek biscuits.
11:11am. Odometer reading 72690. Reached Hubli. Gave Bagha the remaining half a packet of wet food. He's eating now. Gave Panna one-fourth of an apple. She seems pretty happy. All good.
13:05pm. Odometer reading 72789. Reached Belgaum. Was supposed to stop here for the night. But the hotel I had booked lied to me about their parking facilities. Did a quick Google search for pet friendly hotels in Kolhapur. Gave Bagha and Panna some water. Refilled the tank. Pushing off from here.
14:58pm. Odometer reading 72904. Reached Kolhapur. Checked into Solanki Guest House. The high ceilings and wooden shutter windows were like a blast from the past. But hey, they gave me a bed, and pretty decent WiFi. What else do I need? That too, for a princely sum of four hundred and eighty rupees. This place has been stuck in time, since 1945 (of course I googled their year of establishment). Bagha seemed really content that we were not in a moving object, for a change. Gave him two fistfuls of dry food. He gobbled it up, drank his water, and promptly fell asleep on the bed. Gave Panna some more apple, and then headed out to get lunch. Came back, spoke to the wife, spoke to my parents, surfed the internet, and dozed off.
4:34am. Odometer reading 72904. Leaving Kolhapur.
6:16am. Odometer reading 73003. Was forced to take an unscheduled stop due to fog. I hadn't realised Satara was at an elevation. Parked at a Dhaba, and closed my eyes. Waiting for sunrise.
7:56am. Odometer reading 73103. Breakfast stop. Gave Bagha some wet food, but he preferred to hide underneath the seat. Gave Panna a couple of Marie biscuits. Got myself a cup of over-sweetened chai, the kinds I usually abhor. But needed the sugar now. Finished off the remaining Hide & Seek biscuits. Saw a stray dog watching me intently. Bought her a packet of Parle G. Told her not to trust humans.
8:41am. Odometer reading 73132. Crossed Pune. Stopped just to write this. Moving on.
9:12am. Odometer reading 73183. Customary stop at an expressway Dhaba. Had a Monster energy drink. Bagha had some of his wet food. Panna didn't try to bite me when I changed her water. I guess she's just really tired.
11:36am. Odometer reading 73287. Reached my destination at Mumbai. Signing off. Wake me up in two days.
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As some of you know, I'm not a picture person. Here's the only one from this trip. My Maruti Suzuki Esteem LXi. She's fourteen years old, and has been with me for exactly a decade. My longest ever relationship. God knows, we've had some interesting (some might say, crazy) adventures together. Her registration expires early next year. It was only fitting that the last trip be this epic.