3rd October 2014 – Mahad, India
A bird last night, told me a little secret. I was tired, and I could use some me-time, and a clear head. I shouldn’t have listened to his pillow-talk, but i was seduced. The kingfisher, the king of good times, schemingly put me to bed.
After that long, tiring ride last night, I made a little mistake. I decided to down a few beers while I posted all my pending blog posts.
The posting was a good idea. But the beers, was a terrible one. All the fatigue of the previous day came down hard on me, and I succumbed to sleeping through the day. I should have been riding to Murud, and then Mumbai, but instead I was snoozing away the alarm and dreaming of a beautiful girl riding an Enfield bullet.
I woke up only around 2 in the afternoon. Sometimes, I love this project simply because it forces me to get up and move my ass on some lazy days. And today was one of those days. I hadn’t clicked anything, I gaped in horror. And so, I left the comfort of my hotel room for a while, to see the area around Mahad. I rode towards the Murud side, or specifically the Rajapuri creek, a beautiful water stream that cuts into western Maharashtra, and surrounded by verdant sights. I could have rode a little further and seen the Janjira fort too, but I decided to keep that for the next day. Instead, I clicked around at the dredgers working their way through the black soil under the creek, watching them from the long and beautiful Khajaniwadi bridge.