About Me:
There are Summers for some tanning themselves on the beaches of Goa, and there is winter for some chilling in the snows of Himachal. I am a teetotaler, so I just love hot tea under a "tapri" with rain creating music on the tin roof of a road side dhabha amidst the hills/mountains and those wet roads. I just love the monsoons and driving through those wet forests with the nature in its pristine green.
About Martian:
Martian has just born. It’s just 1 month old. It's got the inquisitiveness of a newborn. It doesn't judge, it doesn't have preconceptions. It just lives one day at a time. It lives one km at a time. It loves to splash in the mud, sprint on tarmac. It loves to keep its friends entertained and it loves to be part of the journey, to find ones' soul.
So this time, it was time for the Martian to go in search of water. Not just any water, but water that trickles through the sky in the form of rain, the water that makes the nature look pristine green, the water that flows in the magnificent rivers, water that falls from the heights of giant mountains splashing and finally merging into the massive oceans, the water that splashes on the sands and mesmerizes the human minds. I was just a guide for the Martian, steering it through the journey of finding ones' soul.
To set the context, it was Martian's second long journey, but the first one splashing in the rain, steering through the western ghats and reaching the shores of North Karnataka. Martian's shoes had earlier been tested on the tarmac during its maiden journey to Coimbatore from Bangalore. The Martian has no caste, no creed, no religion, it’s a wanderer, but it loves to often steer in the search of its soul, of the reason of its existence and often treads the spiritual (not religious) path. At Coimbatore, it had witnessed the largest Shiva Statue at the Isha Foundation, and now it was treading towards the Shiva at Murudeshwar and gazing at the geographical “OM” at Gokarna beaches.
The Plan:
Martian does what it loves, and loves what it does. It doesn’t have to report into anyone but it’s Saarthi (Charioteer) must work to feed the Martian and family. So, he waits for pious occasions when the weekends are long enough to do soul searching. Many thanks to the festival of “Id” to have fallen on a Monday providing the much-needed soul searching opportunity. When the monsoon’s have hit and you know geography well enough to spot the beauty of the western ghats in rain, you just know your destination. It was to be Gokarna and Murudeshwar, covering Jog Falls. With In laws in town, it was to be a packed 5-member family with the Martian on the journey.
Customary thread checks on Team BHP and few posts made sure I was taking the best possible route which included fair amount of Ghats to enjoy the drive and let Martian unleash its prowess.
A hard-working Friday and sis in law’s travel from Hyderabad on Friday night meant we all were awake till 12 AM. The plan was to leave as early as possible to avoid any rush. The benfit of staying just 3 km from the NICE road ensured I would not be passing through the city to hit the Tumkur road. With all the good night sleep filled with dreams of Jockeying the Martian, we were up and running at 4:45 AM from home.
DAY 1
The path to be taken was entered in the ubiquitous Google Maps. New addition to my gadget list – VIOFO a119s was fixed and powered up. And there we started, in search of rain, ghats, spirituality, beaches and some peace from the ever busy Bangalore life.
Path taken
The Martian rises from sleep
I love early morning starts not just for their benefit of making the whole day available to you, but for the silence of early mornings. People in the car are also half asleep and me and Martian can just soak in the early morning mist and just relax our minds.
Soon we could see the horizon gleaming with the orange of the sunrise and we could see birds flying around and people rising for morning chores. We in no time had hit the Bangalore Pune highway and were cruising along happily chatting and enjoying the terrain and surroundings. Those distant rock mountains, large farmlands and smooth tarmac just made up for the sleepy start of all the family members. The much-required morning tea stop was at one of the Tolls where we tested the toilet maintenance of the tollway. Least said, it was appalling. I am always saddened by the sheer neglect of our fellow citizens to toilet use. No one for once thinks of the next person who would come to relieve him/herself. With the usual rant, we started our journey towards peace. For some reason, inspite of the forecast, we only encountered intermittent spurts of rain on the highway.
For some reason, I am not convinced as to why highways restaurants are so less in number in South India as compared to the North, when the highways are far better. Barring Bangalore - Mysore highway, I don’t find many options on others. Yes, may be the Bangalore Chennai now has some better options, but still. Anyways, the Martian didn’t need any food, its belly was full and had enough for us to reach our destination. We made a halt at Kamat Upachaar near Dhavangere and had some idli’s for breakfast. Experience – average to the most.
Enter the ghats:
Left turn at Haveri brought us to the road to Sirsi, a quant town on the route. Roads were good, although it wasn’t the usual divided motorway. A dual carriage way led us to Sirsi and since the morning had set in, we started encountering a bit of traffic. But soon as we crossed Sirsi, the surroundings changed. We were entering the Devimane Ghats and the sights from the turns were getting even more beautiful. Martian was enjoying every bit of the curves and splashes of rain. It was happily insulating the occupants from the outside world and we were cozy in its laps. I on the otherhand was beaming a smile across my face piloting the Martian through the twisties. I come from the land of Himalayas (my hometown being Dehradun), I often have sarcastic smiles when people talk of twisties on these ghats. Well, I know the Himalayas have their own benchmark, but these much safer twisties with rains lashing on the windscreen have some fun to it for sure.
Some snippets of the ride.
Rain god was surely knowing that the Martian needs more than a wash, and we witnessed consistent and intermittently heavy rain from Sirsi to Kumta.
The famous Devimane temple view.
The Destination:
We chose to stay at a homestay at Kumta. Kumta is kind of midway between Gokarna and Murudeshwar. We were very lucky to have chosen this homestay. We were greeted so nicely by Mr. Prakash who owns the place and the next 3 days were spent in utmost ease and having the best Konkani food I have ever had. The hospitality of Mr. Prakash is unparalleled and we thoroughly enjoyed his talks and the way he took care of us. The itinerary on the Menu was mind blowing covering vegetarian Konkani dishes to Shell fishes, crabs, prawns and fishes. Those special chutneys, neer dosa with chicken were just mouthwatering. The homestay is called “Kedige Homestay” and has great reviews on Trip Adviser also.
The homestay
We reached by 1:30 Pm at our destination and immediately hit the lunch table. Post that we all hit our rooms to take a quick nap to rejuvenate ourselves. Pst a 5 PM tea, we were ready to hit the road again. Filled up the Martian again, and hit the road towards Murudeshwar. Mr. Prakash advised us to visit a very famous Ganesha Temple on the route called Idagunji Ganesha. A very old temple, and we went for a quick visit before we started for Murudeshwar. The route takes you on the Panvel Kochi highway through very scenic views of the backwaters soaked in rain. The road is being broadened to four lane so there are quite a few diversions, but well marked and don’t cause any inconvenience. Traffic is manageable.
Murudeshwar
It was my first visit and I was amazed to see the gigantic statue of Shiva. The location just makes for a beautiful spot and the experience is amazing.
Martian found a place to rest with the spiritual Shiva in the backdrop.
We all spent some time in the temple, enjoying the views. Will let the pics do the talking now.
Reached back to Kumta by 10 PM and a hot dinner with the delicacies was waiting for us. A quick freshen up and we all sat to have the sumptuous dinner. With the rains lashing on the roof of the balcony, we enjoyed every moment of the place. Coconut trees swaying in the wind, the place was magic and soon we hit our beds calling it a day. A long drive covering ~ 550 kms, Martians legs surely needed some rest to start rolling again tomorrow.
Day 2 Kumta Beach, Om Beach and Kudle Beach
The day started with a morning walk towards the Kumta beach. Around 800 mts from the homestay, it was a walking path through the paddy fields. That smell of freshly sown paddy, rain in the air, it was an experience to cherish. I often feel how far we have gone from the beautiful realities of life to live in concrete jungles. Anyways, it was a secluded beach of Kumta, with the waves roaring and splashing hard on the sands. The sea was quite rough and the fishing season was over, so not much to spot on the beach. We had a long stroll along the whitish sands and then returned hungry for the breakfast.
We were so impressed and so much enjoying the food at the homestay, we wanted to do lunch here itself. So, we decided to head to Gokarna for the beach and later return for a late lunch. I didn’t mind driving back as I was loving the scenes anyways. And Martian never complained.
We headed straight to OM Beach, called so for its geographical shape in the form of an OM. The ride was good and roads were well laid, narrow yet manageable traffic. Parking near the beach was slightly an issue but we found a good place eventually. The place was beaming with people and the only café on the beach – Namastey Café was overflowing. There are stairs that lead you to the beach are slightly steep for elders, but manageable. The beach has a part which is very rocky and another part which has the sand. With the sea being rough, it was difficult/dangerous to enter the water. We perched on a few rocks and enjoyed the views under the dark clouds.
A few pics to stop me from my long narration
