Waking up in Goa after a sound sleep post a long tiring ride in the brutal summer heat the day before, I decided to give the usual tourist spots in Goa a miss. Instead, thought of paying the unexplored Malvan coasts of Maharashtra a much-needed visit.
Malvan was just 100 kilometres from Goa, the maps cavalierly revealed. The first 50 kilometres on the NH 17 went by like a breeze, making me absolutely proud of my early morning decision. .
However, the moment I veered off the NH 17 at Kudal, delight turned to despair. The road narrowed into a bumpy pothole-ridden, single-laner with barely enough space for two vehicles to pass each other.
I rode along, trying to carefully dodge the huge potholes on the road and the mighty dumper trucks that would almost knock me down, everytime I tried to pass a slow moving vehicle in front. .
"I should've stayed in Goa", I kept kicking myself. Even considering turning back to Goa at several points along the way. All until I reached this old bridge over the Karli river.
The sight of the beautiful river flowing under me, through the lush green coconut trees that adorned its banks, as it made its way to the Arabian sea, made me forget all my worries and cheered me up. .
And in that moment, all the kilometres I rode aimlessly, all the hardships I faced, started to fade. Everything appeared to make perfect sense now. It wasn't Goa the road was taking me to...It was Malvan!!!...Malvan had been calling me from this far...Malvan had been expecting me...
There was no turning back now!
Have a great weekend! 😊