From the Journal
28 stories from the road
Exploring Manali's beauty and darkness
Some passions begin with a spark. Mine began with a cousin. Back then, I had no idea that two wheels could carry a soul across states, cultures, and...
The last stretch from Malaysia to Singapore should have been triumphant – after all, I was finally approaching my ultimate destination after cycling a...
After dealing with border bribes and bureaucratic hassles across Vietnam, Cambodia, Laos, and Thailand, entering Malaysia felt completely different....
Laos: Where Corruption Meets Kindness After several days exploring Cambodia, it was time for my next border crossing – entering Laos. What I encounte...
There are some places in the world that you visit once and cherish forever. And then there are places that call you back, pulling at a thread in your...
The journey from India’s southern tip to Karnataka’s capital became a whirlwind of early starts, scorching afternoons, and unexpected encounters. What...
I was supposed to start pedaling from Kanyakumari on August 15. I had visualized the flag, the wind, the first turn of the crank. Instead, fasting lef...
Nestled near the dusty expanse of Limbdi, Gujarat, a quiet hero rises with the sun—Jasmatha Bhai, 64 years old, entirely devoted to his land, his fami...
After spending 2-3 comfortable days at Jyotiba’s place in Hanoi, it was time to start my real journey. The safety net was about to disappear, and I wa...
There’s a barbershop back home where the stories are sharper than scissors and the silences teach more than sermons. The barber’s name is Ninganna. As...
After spending several days in Laos, it was time to cross into Thailand. The journey from Vientiane to the Thai border via the famous Friendship Bridg...
This is the first blog in my Bengaluru to Singapore journey series, where I crossed six countries on an epic adventure. You know that feeling when you...
Day 110 started perfectly on the sand dune where I had camped. A small fire was set up in front of the tent, and as the sunrise unfolded, the sky tran...
Day 109 started at the Khyali Math. Before leaving, I noticed a group of workers from Bihar boiling water in a large steel oil tin outside the premise...
Day 108 began with one of the most beautiful sunrises of this journey. The room where I slept had just one door, and I had laid down directly facing i...
Day 107 started in Ranasar, in the same small general store where I had slept the previous night. The shop sold tobacco, biscuits, and basic village e...
Day 106 began later than usual in Gadra Road. The delay was for a good reason: a close friend of mine had been scammed, and the entire morning went in...
Day 105 began in Kishan Bhai’s home, where I woke up surrounded by tents and fabrics from his tent-house business, proof that he knows every inch of t...
Day 104 started exactly where the previous one ended: at the small restaurant where I had dinner and slept inside for the night. With the first light,...
Day 103 began at the same petrol pump where I had spent the previous night, under the care of manager D.S. Garg, who had kindly allowed me to stay on...
Day 102 began in Chandangadh with the kind of hospitality that makes the road feel like home. The hotel owner, sensing how cold the night had been, ar...
Day 101 of the Kanyakumari to Cape Town cycling expedition kicked off at the petrol pump near Suigam with a breathtaking golden-yellow sunlight bathin...
On Day 100 of my Kanyakumari to Cape Town cycling adventure, I pedaled 85 km from Bela village towards Suigam, crossing the rugged roads near the Paki...
The ride began at 7:00 AM on 24 August in Kanyakumari. Vignesh had set up everything so smoothly that all I had to do was mount the bike and breathe....
After spending two incredible months exploring Vietnam, it was time to move on to the next chapter of my journey – Cambodia. What I thought would be a...
Cycling through India's dusty roads
A day of perfect sunrise, curious schoolboys, and Rajasthani hospitality