Hitting the road was always fun. Especially when you are not really sure where excatly you are going. I was under the impression we were headed somewhere in the jungles, atleast that was the initial 'plan', but thanks to the rather heavy burden that it imposed on our pockets, we headed off to a more unchartered plot of land - poor, wet and damp, it took a good number of retries to get the name right - Kasaragod. A rain-damp piece of land by the ocean on the other side of the Ghats, speaking an incomprensible language with damp beaches and damp forts and damp coconut groves.We were pensive about the kind of road that lay ahead of us when we had our first flat tyre, later, by the time the trip ended, we were looking at two flat tyres, one damaged headlight, a non-functional car horn and a twisted rim of the front car wheel.The drive was long and fun, and we had the most unique driver on this side of the country, who tends to forget that he is supposed to look at the front through the windshield while driving a car and had a keen urge of asking for directions in a strech of absolutely straight road. The Ghats were nice, with green covers of thick dense vegetation, overshooting in all directions in the perpetual company of rains. There were bouts of rains, it would drizzle for a little while, then it would pour in thick transluscent sheets, it would come from all directions, even from the ground, and then it would suddenly disappear only to return in its usual calculative self after an hour.Not that we were complaining much about it. Why should we complain? We got time and nowhere definite to go. Our vacation had started.
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