.. wait there is a good news there is a rest room on to of the hill. Park your bike, throw your keys, helmet and jacket to your friend, ask him to take care of it, run past the guy asking money for using the pay-and-use restroom, run in through the open door and .. phew .. heaven. Think thats the end of the story…

Oops .. No water, no toilet paper.. oh no the worst case .. you got into a ladies toilet …

We started off on a cold Sunday morning at 0600hrs, on the 1st of October… 88 kms straight … no traffic … great road …

My speedometer was dead, i had no clue how fast we were going until i saw this of kannan’s bike…. its 100kmph.. actually we went above that … .. sorry folks but the road was really tempting.

We drove almost non stop till we saw … finally saw this … Yes 22 kms to Nandi Hills. The road is a driver’s dream come true … and the hill top … is an exhilarating bliss. On way we stopped to have Karikku a.k.a Nariyal ka Pani a.k.a Tender Coconut Drink, that was my second worst mistake. The tea and the drink reacted and the result was the cataclysmic event which involved the frantic search for a restroom.

The hair-pins, the turns, the temple, the hill top every thing was simply beath taking. We didnt leave any point there un explored… including a small cave near the statue of Nandi.

For the whole hike up hill, we never took the straight road. It was the small kachcha pathways that lead into the foliage that interested us. That never ended in a loss. At the end there was something that really interested us. Even the Tipu Drop…

At the end of the day … it was one trip that will stay fresh in memory for a long time …