Showing posts with label cycle trip. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cycle trip. Show all posts

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Spiti on the Rooftop

Set out cleaning my bike yesterday - to tend to its injuries after those 5 days of agony in the distant tracts of Himachal the week before. After a late inspiration in the evening to do so, and finding my portable tube-lamp non-functional (damn you, Philips), I managed in the narrow white cone of my bike light. The Rohtang/Spiti dust was everywhere to see; I brushed away loads of it - from the tires, the spokes, the brakes, the chainring, the cassette, the derailleurs, and not to forget the frame itself. Clearly when the trip was over a week back, it wasn't really over.

There's still some more dismantling-and-cleaning to do. I already replaced the troublesome rear tube which expelled air faster than someone under the influence of Rajmah. There's the entire crankset-and-casette assembly to disassemble and fix, the chain to clean, the disc brakes to tweak, and also the rear derailleur to realign. That's for this evening, probably consuming the entirety of it, but which is good - lately, making my unpresence felt in the place of my dwelling has been the least offensive thing I can do.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Closing celebrations for 2011 now online

Moar pictures! I bid farewell to 2011 in my own style. It seems its the festivals when I find myself the time to decorate my site, and update others on my life - "life", as long as I could call myself among the living.

Here's the gallery to Chakrata bike trip (bike != motorbike), which me, and my partners-in-crime C and V (the other V) did on Christmas eve.

Here's the gallery to the Haida Khan to Babiyar to Guniyalekh trek, on New Year's eve, which was a solo effort.
Walking in Jim Corbett's footsteps, truly, as this would be the same route he'd do to reach Kala-Agar (presently known as Kalagarh), where he shot 'The Chowgarh Tigers' - one (the cub) in 1929, and the other (the mother) a year later in 1930.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Remember the time

Sunbeaten, yet soaked, you sit, resting your head on your backpack. Against sleep that slowly creeps up, you remind yourself of the long way ahead on this day, to merely ensure that you can spend a comfortable night. From the corner of your sight a shape rolls in, the same horizon where you just rolled in from. It is soon deciphered to be a motorbike. Another loner like you, only that you are two, which, though, makes the journey safer, but no more convenient.

The loner stops a stone's throw from you, ceasing the thumping engine with a croak. And pulls out a handycam. The tall mountains, the pristine lake, the deserted yellow paddle boat, the cloud of dirt across the tattered tarmac... everything in good focus for a sensational retelling of your memories. Then a tilt shot - from one of the surrounding peaks, down to the two cyclists who seem drained of all energy (and some of the zeal from earlier in the day) but without any signs of hesitation of finishing the day elsewhere ahead. To him, this is heroic. A 'Cool, guys!...' trails from his mouth involuntarily from some primal corner. Those two cyclists make the feature in this clip, one that connects with the ideal we've always drawn up for ourselves; all the rest becomes an establishing shot, kinda an entree, an introduction to the cooler of the cools, amid an amphitheatre of peaks.

When you look at yourself cramped or beaten-out, remember the time.