It was early Saturday morning, the sky painted with hues of orange and pink, promising a perfect day ahead. The air carried the crisp scent of adventure as I swung a leg over my bike, my heart pounding with anticipation. This wasn’t just any ride—it was a ride with the veterans, the elder riders who had spent decades conquering roads and trails. Their bikes were more than machines; they were storytellers, carrying the wear and tear of thousands of miles.

I was the youngest in the group, eager yet inexperienced compared to the seasoned riders who surrounded me. They spoke with an effortless confidence, discussing throttle control, body positioning, and the fine art of cornering as if it were second nature.

We completed our Tea refreshment session and started our journey towards our destination from Dunlop.

As we hit the highway, the rhythm of engines thrummed in harmony, each rider a part of a living, breathing pack. The elders set the pace—not too fast, not too slow—but a smooth, steady cruise that allowed me to observe their form, their precision. Every movement had intent: the way they leaned into turns, how they scanned the road ahead, their effortless gear shifts that made the ride feel like a dance.

By 9:00 AM, we arrived at a small breakfast shop and ordered Pitai Paratha with Ghughni, Boiled egg, and a cup of Tea. We resumed our journey full of energy with a full stomach.

The old wooden rowboat creaked and groaned against the small dock, a testament to its many journeys across the river. We loaded our bike on this boat and sailed towards Mousuni Island. The waves were a different beast. They slapped against the boat with a surprising force, sending spray into the air.

I was so happy as we reached our destination, then suddenly I came to know that we had to climb up a 45-degree bandh to reach our Resort. As a new rider, I was in fear.

Every senior rider climbed up the bandh as effortlessly as sipping a cup of tea. I carefully observed each of their moves, hoping to replicate them when it was my turn. When the captain asked me to start the engine, keep it in first gear, and release the clutch slowly, I followed every instruction. Still, I failed twice.

Every senior rider climbed up the bandh as effortlessly as sipping a cup of tea. I carefully observed each of their moves, hoping to replicate them when it was my turn. When the captain asked me to start the engine, keep it in first gear, and release the clutch slowly, I followed every instruction. Still, I failed twice. But on the third attempt, I finally made it up the bandh. It was a great learning experience.

Finally, we reached the resort, took some rest, sipped on tinted coconuts, and shared stories about our road and boat experiences.

We finished our lunch at the resort, took a short rest, and then began preparing for the evening sightseeing

The sun, partially obscured by scattered clouds, casts a warm golden glow across the sky and reflects on the calm ocean water. The wet sand in the foreground shows small ripples and footprints, indicating a quiet, empty shore. The overall mood is peaceful and tranquil, with the soft light and gentle waves creating a soothing atmosphere.

 We began capturing the vibrant atmosphere through photography and videography, hoping to share these wonderful moments with our friends and loved ones. Here are a few highlights.

After sunset, we received our complimentary tea and snacks like Onion Pakora with Muri. We also added our favourite spices to our evening menu.

We wrapped up our short meeting over snacks and drinks, and continued our adda (chatting) session, seasoned with our favourite stories, memories, riding experiences, and the rhythm of DJ music in the background.

After the event, we weren’t sure when it was finally time for dinner. Eventually, we all had dinner and then went to sleep.

We woke up in the morning and stepped out to soak in the refreshing sea vibes. After finishing our breakfast, we began preparing for the journey back home—hearts full of memories.

And once again, the wait began—for the next day’s Vagabond. Thank you all for giving me such a memorable experience.