South Indian Saga
Day # 2: Into Godâ€™s own
â€œLife is either a great adventure or nothing.â€�
IÂ wanted to visit aÂ MappilaÂ beach but was also aware of reachingÂ KappadÂ early;Â MappilaÂ beachÂ is often crowded as it is near the city & also most visited beach, so set to visit other beach which I read about,Â MuzhuppilangadÂ Beach, this is a drive in beach. We entered the beach on our bikes and I could seeÂ PavanÂ was in full enthusiasm to drive the bike in the beach. We drove our bike crazily, posing stunts one after other, dragging foot on the sand, standing on the foot rest which made few people in the beach to look and appreciate. Next wasÂ Mahe,Â a union territory; first thing we did is to stop by a petrol bunk. We set the tanks full also filled an extra bottle which we were carrying, reason, petrol price inÂ MaheÂ is 56 rupees almost around 9 rupees lesser compared to other places. I could also see many liquor shops which sell tax free liquors, but we could just fill our petrol tanks.
QuilandiÂ is the place which falls on the way toÂ KappadÂ beachÂ and maintains the age old tradition of Hookah making. On reachingÂ QuilandiÂ I came to know by a local stationary shop owner that the profession of hookah making is almost obsolete and only couple of families are involved in this profession. He directed us to one of the house nearby. We entered the house and enquired about it. Owner of the house was cordial in welcoming us and telling about the Hookah making history inÂ Quilandi. We missed out to see the hooking making; the manufacturing unit was closed for two days, but managed to grab a look at the hookah in his house. Most of the Arab countries order for these hookahs which cost starting from 3k. Now set to hitÂ VascoÂ DaÂ Gamaâ€™s memorial stone, I planned to reach there by daylight and enjoy the evening beach side walk. We reached the memorial stone whereÂ VascoÂ DaÂ GamaÂ first landed in India inÂ 1498Â with his three vessels of ships. Now itâ€™s hardly been maintained by local authority but I was feeling great on reaching there. After few snaps, I was eager to find a place for tenting; went to the beach side and enquired about if any permission is needed for it. I spoke to local shop guy, who understood Kannada language not proficiently but yes it did help. He said tenting is allowed, but nearby there was police tent. I spoke to the policemen and asked if the tent can be put on the beach, policeman said yes. This time I was lucky.Â
We had our dinner in the resort on the beach side with light guitar music played by a guitaristÂ MrÂ Chandran. I requested him to play one of my all time favoriteÂ â€˜Hotel Californiaâ€™Â it was most exciting and fantastic dinner I had in my life, listening to one of the greatestÂ rock bands with bear mug in my hand. I thanked him for playing the song,Â to my surprise he requested me to sing a song. I had a long standing wish of singing on the floor in front of the audience; I gave a thought and said yes. I decided to sing aÂ hindiÂ song, with only one person in the audience who knew Hindi apart from my friend Pavan, rest of the people on the floor where foreigners. I sang pretty decently and managed to please the middle aged guy who applauded after my singing. I thanked him andÂ MrÂ ChandranÂ and finished the beer in my mug. We placed our tent on the beach. I walked on the beach shore and enjoyed every moment of it. I took my time to hit the tent.
Day 2 Travel:
Ullal â€” Bekal Fort --- Kannur --- Muzhuppilangad Drive inÂ Beachâ€” Quilandi â€” Kappad Beach
Distance Travelled: 260kms