Pearl Valley

Today’s ride was to Pearl Valley. Three riders including myself. I left home at 5.45 am and caught up with Ajeet at Silk Board by 6 am. Trilok was to join us a little later – it was a 17 km ride from his place to the meeting point. While Ajeet and I caught up on each other’s whereabouts, Trilok stormed on to the scene, hammering away on his pedals.

The ride to our destination was a quick 32 km ride, made more pleasant with the weather getting cooler as we moved away from the city. Locally called Muthyalamaduvu, Pearl Valley has a lake which feeds a waterfall. The waterfall incidentally turned out to be pretty dry during our visit. It is said to slide off the slopes in drops that look like pearls from a distance, hence the name Pearl Valley. Too bad if you thought of finding some pearl oysters around.

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Along the way, Trilok shared his experiences about his ride from Bangalore to Mumbai. Ajeet joined in soon, and together the two kept our trio entertained with stories about treks and tents, in particular, how to sleep to keep a tent from blowing away in the wind.

A holiday well spent. Adios, and happy Dussehra to all you folks.
Till I write again.

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Bangalore – Goa: Day 4

The journey so far:
Bangalore – Goa: Day 1 (Bangalore to Channarayapatana)
Bangalore – Goa: Day 2 (Channarayapatana to Nellyadi)
Bangalore – Goa: Day 3 (Nellyadi to Udupi)

 
Today’s destination was Murdeshwar a coastal town 110 km away. Since the sun rises on the coast later than in Bangalore, I could sneak in a few more precious minutes of sleep.

When I left, I headed for a small detour to Malpe beach – the lodge owner had recommended a visit to the place. The beach, and Manipal University too. Chose to skip the latter though. I reached Malpe after an 8 km ride. The beach with its wide long stretches of sand was one of the cleanest I have seen.

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Moving on, I headed to Traasi for breakfast, and then to Maravanthe, a beach bordered by the Arabian Sea on one side and the Kolluru river on the other. I was told the shoreline was not too safe.

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I got off the highway at around the 105 km mark to head to Murdeshwar. Back to sights of green – rice fields with the mountains in the background.

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Murdeshwar town was another 5 km away. It was a Sunday and it turned out a religious procession was going down the streets with some mythological characters being paraded around. A few revelers took the festivities a notch further by including me in their merriment with a generous shower of colours.

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Checked into the nearest lodge and came for a quick visit to the temple and the beach. The Shiva statue here, the second largest in the world, looked imposing even as its silhouette stood out in the sunset.

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The Murdeshwar temple itself has ornate carvings with scenes from the epics and a cave museum narrating Ravana’s story.

 

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A scene in the Bhadrakali cave: A furious Ravana lifts Kailasa Parvata

I did venture out onto the beach as well. Thanks to the heavy influx of tourists, the beach is nothing to write about. Ended with a quiet dinner. That’s about it for day 4. Day 5 would take me to one of the most charming coastal towns in Karnataka.

Bangalore – Goa: Day 3 (Nellyadi to Udupi)

Read about the earlier part of the tour here:
Day 1
Day 2

The previous two days of biking ensured I slept well the night before. Yes, slept well even in the poorly ventilated lodge with a fan that tried its best to keep me awake with its metronomic tuk-tuk. And once again, I struggled to wake up before 6 am.

Once I was up though, I went through the morning tasks quickly. Gobbled down an energy bar and headed off on the bike by 7 am – My starting times were getting later each subsequent day. The route this morning was much smoother and I rode along without much trouble. The descent through the ghats was done the previous day; today I could coast through the forest at an easy pace. It was a bit cloudy as well, and with the birds chirping in the background, and the trees lined up on both sides of the road, I would have gladly taken these conditions everywhere I rode.

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Across the Netravathi river

The breakfast stop was at Perne, 25 km away from Nellyadi. While I tore bits from the omelette, the man running at the breakfast joint recounted how a gas tanker had skidded on the bend outside and had caught fire a few years ago. Not a good story to tell a cyclist. Actually, not a good story to tell anyone on the road.

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Outside the breakfast point at Perne

After I moved on from Perne, the weather started getting more humid and sunnier as I headed westward. I could see I was getting a deeper tan as well. Reached Mangalore, and bypassed the city to head towards Udupi.

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My power combo of energy bars and bananas was working pretty well, so did not need to stop for any meal after breakfast.

Now the stretch from Mangalore to Udupi was a deceptive one. The route has a gentle gradient, nothing that would have you huffing and pushing the pedal. The humid weather and the almost naked terrain though made it tough. It’s not just the physical toll such conditions take. The monotonously sunny landscape throughout also dulled me mentally, mostly because I expected the route to get more scenic once I got closer to the coast. Of course, the highway was not all that close to the shoreline, much to my disappointment.

So just kept my feet on the pedal and continued. Just before Udupi, I caught sight of an elephant ambling ahead on the highway. Pedalled quickly and positioned myself a few meters ahead of the big guy. Pulled out my phone to click a selfie, but had no idea elephants could walk fast as well. The mahout later told me the beast was getting nervy by the sound of the road roller. Handed some chikki and a 10 rupee note to the elephant and went further on my way.

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Turned off the highway to head to Udupi. The first sight of Udupi surprised me. I thought it would have been a small quiet town. Rode into a place that seemed like a suburb in Bangalore. A bustling market, a few guest houses and streets agog with the sound of honking motorists. Even 400 km away, this place seemed closer home to Bangalore.

So what do you do when you are in Udupi. Check out a local Udupi restaurant of course. But with a twist. While I love the South Indian breakfast – idli, dosa, utthappam, a South Indian dinner does not cut it for me. Settled for plain old rice and dal fry. Yeah, you read that right.