Kayaking in Fjords 🛶

Summer was preparing to stage a goodbye. Only a few patches of blue could be seen in the sky, as clouds claimed their ‘fair’ share of the canvas. We had left Bergen very early in the morning. And since Sandhya had taken complete ownership of driving throughout the trip (only she had a driving permit), we thought it would be unfair on her if we stayed awake. So we took our well deserved extended nap.

We woke up at a gas station. It was 8 in the morning, and we were just an hour away from our destination – 25km Kayaking in Gudvangen Fjord, the most anticipated part of our Norway Trip 🇳🇴. We got some gas for the car, and some fuel for ourselves, as we set for the next part.

Lying in the back seat of the car, early in the morning, when you have just woken up, with a lucid mind, and clarity, you soak in everything that flash before your eyes – beautiful houses lying on the vast canvas of green, like small LEGO boxes. Sky a mix of white and blue, with waterfalls in well-defined formation.

Dream 🎨

Kayaking in Fjords had been one of the top items in my wish-list. And an hour leading to setting up protective gears and archiving our stuff was spent with as much zeal as it was the activity itself.

Let’s Go 🛶
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Monsoons approaching 🌦️⛈️

May has ended. And it is that time of the year when the news is brimming with expectations of Monsoons. In June, but when? The wait and anticipation are going to increase every day. Mumbai awaits the downpour. There is some hesitation as well, with the experience city has with Monsoons, year after year.

Like everyone else, I too, am waiting for the Rain Gods. This time more than previous years. As this time it promises a much needed change in status quo. Where days have been passing by since 3 months, very similar to each other, I believe we all can use a cool breeze and some splatter against our window.

This reminds me of a beautiful book by Alexander Frater – ‘Chasing the Monsoons’. This book accompanied me while I was doing some chasing of my own, traveling to Meghalaya, with ‘Meghdoot’ and ‘Chasing the Monsoons’ in my bag. Both Alexander & I found what we were looking for.

If I had to be a season, I would be Monsoons. Then Winter, followed by Spring, Autumn & Summer. I am already dreaming about those overcast Saturday mornings. Waking up to thunders in the distant red sky. Good music in the background. And retiring in a chair in a shade on the terrace, with a book for a company.

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Camping in the Clouds ⛈️🌦️

There is no more sagacious animal than the Icelandic horse. He is stopped by neither snow, nor storm, nor impassable roads, nor rocks, glaciers, or anything. He is courageous, sober, and surefooted. He never makes a false step, never shies. If there is a river or fjord to cross (and we shall meet with many) you will see him plunge in at once, just as if he were amphibious, and gain the opposite bank – Jules Verne

Hiking in the Rain

The Green Trail 🌳

Trail from Kasol to Grahan. Dogs and Mules are not on speaking terms on this trail. Although they co-exist peacefully. And please note – You always give way to Mules. Coz it’s either that or you tumbling down the valley.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

– Robert Frost

Lockdown #68 🔒

2 AM in the morning. Or late evening, may be. Crickets are on their daily duty and bats have gone to sleep. When I was a kid, someone told me that the sound of chirping of crickets is actually the sound of twinkling of stars. I guess that is why I still find this sound very pleasant.

68 days since I have left my building. Time has moved from being blocks to a continuous wave. Sleep cycles have shortened and sleep sessions have increased. There is no breakfast, lunch or dinner. It is sort of 1 meal every 6 hours.

I am reading a book titled ‘The Things that Nobody Knows”. Many interesting facts in there, but I am more curious about the title. It should have been “The Things that Very few people Know”. Anyways, this book confirmed my long time suspicion against the belief that almost all polar bears are left-handed.

Humans have moved out of Wadala House. And all other creatures have moved to Mango tree. Pollution has gone down so much that I can actually see bats hanging on my ceiling fan (yes, ceiling fan, not table fan. Bats cannot hang on a table fan. Or can they?).

P.S. Also, there is no confirmed evidence why the neck of giraffes evolved the way they did.

THEY ARE WATCHING YOU. सावधान रहें सतर्क रहें।