🚘 The Road Beckons — A Note Before the Journey

A Small Note

Me & My MG - Solo Trip Partner

 I have always felt that with modern cars — unlike the older days when you’d often see someone on the roadside with the bonnet open, topping up the radiator, 🚘 💤 or running the engine every couple of days just to keep the battery alive — there’s really no reason why we shouldn’t attempt longer drives.

That thought was always there, but it was during the Covid period that it truly took shape.

For almost a year, we all were stuck within four walls — either seeing the same family faces or staring at walls, with the occasional video call as our outing.

It became so frustrating  that I just wanted to break out and run away.

That’s how my first solo trip began.

It was a simple five-day ride,  The frustration of so much at peak that I did not know where I am going.  Just drove towards my home town Kurnool, from there to Hampi and so on - details in a separate cover.  The freedom of Solo Drive was amazing and was unmatched — no one to command my moves, my stops, or my likes.

Since then, I’ve made it a practice to take a solo trip every year.

Most of my solo trips are hardly planned in advance — not even the destination.

I usually just drive till five in the evening, settle down wherever I find a room (sometimes even a shared one), and carry only a Mosquito Curtain 😀 to manage the rest.

That spontaneity is what makes it exciting.

This memoir — or perhaps this travel diary — captures the story of my sixth solo trip:

The one that didn’t go as planned, but perhaps for that very reason, turned out to be the most memorable.