Call of the Valley

Mountain spirits have possessed me. Those jagged, towering, sky challenging, snow-tipped peaks. Impatient, naughty, unruly, yet happy streams. Curvy clean yet so transient-ish roads. Cute dogs and fluffy pups. Simple people. Stark landscapes. Punctuating waterfalls. All these gladden the heart even while I am writing this. This possession is becoming obsessive, for we had set…

Mad max on fury road or was it death race ?

This blog series is talking much longer than expected to come to the main point. I took so much time to get started and now each segment is stretching into more than one blog ! And our trip to point A to point B during the ride too took longer than expected even when we anticipated the longer than expected thingy.

Sirens and the Beast

There are Sirens within the roads. Singing, calling for the rider to take to the roads. These are everywhere and not just on Sirenum scopuli/Anthemoessa. These sirens mean well for the travelers  unlike those of the ancient Greece. And their call cannot be ignored by stuffing ears with wax or getting tied up to bedposts…