This was the scariest day of my life. I am sure it was pretty significant for the others too, but personally for me, it has never happened before that I remember every detail of an entire day a week later. I also find it appropriate that I segment this write up into different sections as the day was filled with a few major incidents, each of which is pretty significant in its own right. The day that started out as exciting and filled with anticipation turned into a completely unplanned, action packed, horror filled, spine chilling, exhausting experience. So, let me begin with the first part, titled "The Bikes".
The Bikes
I kind of lied when i said I was going to write about Day 2. This part actually began on Day 1 when we had asked the receptionist to arrange two bikes for us for two days. We wanted to do it in style, so we had asked for Bullets. Unfortunately, they were out of Bullets but we could get Avengers instead. We acknowledged that everything will never go according to plan and were willing to compromise, so we told the guy to arrange two Avengers. Now, as we were having dinner, we get another call from the receptionist saying that they didn't have Avengers either and had asked us if we would like Pulsars instead. Understandably, we were pissed off. Everyone knows that tourists don't drive Pulsars, they drive Bullets or Avengers and we wanted to look as "touristy" as possible. So we called up the taxi wala who's number we had earlier taken and asked him if he could arrange bikes for us and gave him our preferences. He said he could get us one Avenger and one Karizma. Now, Satish got quite excited at the prospect of driving the Karizma as he had never done that before and he readily agreed to drive it all by himself. Satya and Gautham would take turns driving the Avenger. I, shamelessly confess, that I cannot drive a bike. So, I'll be the pillion rider throught the trip. Happy that we managed to arrange bikes for tomorrow, we slept in peace.
I feel like 'God'The morning of Day 2, I woke up to the awesome engine sound of Avenger. The guys woke up much earlier than me to test drive the bikes and found them in good shape. The weather was perfect. We had some breakfast, packed our bags, went downstairs and set out on the journey. I sat behind Satish on the Karizma and Satya sat behind Gautham on the Avenger with Outlook's Goa Guide in his hands.
Along the River and over the Ghats
Drive to Old Goa - 'Satti look ahead'
The final destination was Dudhsagar Waterfalls. Since there were no clear directions in the guide, we stopped where ever possible to ask the locals. None of us had any idea about the route and there were no road signs to point us in the right direction. Also, since we were on the national highway, we didn't meet may locals for a long time. So, we kept heading east as LC told us over the phone. We reached Mollem and we knew it had to be nearby. We could have asked the locals there, but stupidity overcame us and we kept heading east. Then we saw "DudhSagar Resort". It was not the destination, but just a holiday resort. This meant we were certainly getting nearer so we kept going without asking for directions as we expected to see a board that said "Take right here". A couple of kilometers later, we hit a checkpoint that also was the entrance to the ghats. We were a bit unsure, but we kept going anyway. We assumed that we would get down the ghats in no time and there would be a route that will take us back into Goa where the falls are situated. That was not going to happen. We kept climbing and climbing and after about 10km on the ghats, we stopped for a while, took some pictures of the spectacular scenery of hills and valleys and started again.
At the Ghats
Another 10km later, we found a resting spot for trucks. We stopped there and asked from two different guys and they pointed in the opposite directions, but the guy who told us to go back was very convincing and gave us precise directions, so we decided to go back to Mollem
The Fall
After cursing ourselves for having gone 20m in rainy conditions on a ghat road that we never should have been on, we headed back. Although it had just rained on the hills, we were not scared of the descent. We made it this far without any issues with the bikes or the roads and it seemed like a normal drive down the ghats, but that was about to change in a very scary way.
Satish raced ahead in the Karizma leaving me and Satya behind, but we were in no hurry. I had just taken out the handycam and narrated how we had missed a turn at Mollem and drove unnecessarily for 20km, and put the camera back in Satya's backpack. Just as I did that, Satya realised that we were going too fast and he slowly hit the brakes. The bike skidded a little bit at that instant, but it was minor and he regained control. I remarked "Oops! We just skidded. Hehe". Now the bike was going slow enough to make a turn, or so we thought, but we didn't notice the cracks right at the turn that were filled with wet slippery mud. It was a left turn with the hill on the left side and a vertical drop into the deep valley on the right. Just as the rear tire went over the cracks, the traction didn't prove to be sufficient and the bike just gave away without any warning. Both of us got thrown off the bike to the left and the bike itself skidded to the right. As we were unprepared for the fall, it was sloppy. Satya landed on his left shoulder and knee, and skidded for a couple of meters before he started rolling over the pebbles and mud by the side of the road. I too fell on my left side and landed on my left forearm and leg and I immediately got back on my feet, but the momentum made me fall again. The only way to regain my balance was to keep running and slow myself down, but Satya was rolling right in front of me and I would have stepped on him. So I tried taking small steps but couldn't stop myself and eventually fell flat on poor Satya, who was already in great pain, and rolled over him. Both of us finally came to a stop by the side of the road and watched the bike as it kept skidding for a good 6 meters and came to rest right at the middle of the road.
A few reason why this could have gone terribly wrong:
- There was a deep valley on the right side of the road but we were lucky to fall towards the left.
- A big truck was coming in the opposite direction. Had we crashed 2 seconds later, the bike bike would have gone under the truck.
- The bike could also have fallen down into the valley, but thankfully it did not.
- Both of us were carrying backpacks stuffed with clothes and they cushioned the fall, without which the injuries could have been much worse.
We got up, dragged the bike to the side of the road, checked if the cameras weren't damaged and washed dirt off the wounds. Satya skinned his left knee and shoulder, and had bruises on the left wrist and arm. I had bruises on my left hand and forearm but my legs were unhurt, thanks to my favorite pair of jeans. The only casualty of this crash was Satya's wrist watch.
Bruises on Satya's hand
Both of us were in shock as the whole thing happened in seconds. Satya seemed quite shaken to be able to drive any further. So, I pulled out my phone to call Gautham asd ask him if he could come back and drive the bike, but there was no signal over there.
Me: Arey Satya, can u drive?
Satya: Well, you don't know how to. So we don't really have an option here.
We had 12km further to go and since no one was gonna come back, we started going down, but much slower and more carefully. The bike took some damage too. The back wheel became noticeably wobblier, there was a nice dent in the fuel tank and the chain was slipping a little bit at low speeds. But most frustratingly, the handle bar got bent and it was no longer aligned with the front wheel. Gautham called us once we almost got to the bottom of the ghats but Satya felt he could drive the rest of the way too, so we kept going and told Gautham that we would meet him at Dudhsagar Resort in Mollem. After we reached back, the people at the resort looked at our wounds and were kind enough to provide us with some Savlon and cotton so that we could wash the wounds and they also made us lunch although it was after lunch time. The food was good and we explained to Satish and Gautham the entire incident and proudly showed them the bruises and also a video of the crash site that I had shot.
This was the first road crash for both me and Satya and it was quite the life experience. We were still in good shape so we decided to head on to the Falls. But we had no idea that more was in store for us. This time Satya rode with Satish on the Karizma and Gautham took over the Avenger. Satya never sat on the Avenger again.
Along the Tracks and Into the Wild
It didn't take us much time to reach the final village on the route to the falls. Gautham initially struggled a little with the twisted handlebar but he adapted quickly. The locals over there offered to drive us to the falls on their lighter bikes. They advised us that our heavier bikes will be hard to handle on the rest of the route so we could park the bikes in the village and get on theirs. We were a bit skeptical and after a little discussion among ourselves, we reached the conclusion that the locals were just bluffing to make some money. They were kind enough to give us the directions and mentioned that we had to go on a narrow path along the railway tracks. We simply assumed it to be another of their bluffs. The first part of the route was to ride between a pair of unused tracks. There were markers along the tracks for every 100mts. We started at 50.000km and we were told to take a right turn into the jungle at 49.000km. So we went in between the tracks with considerable ease till we hit 49.500km. At this point the tracks merged with the main tracks and we had to get off them onto a narrow path right beside the tracks. The local were right after all. This is the second part. This part seemed a bit dangerous because there was a steep 5 mts drop into the jungle on the right side and we had to go extremely slow. Gautham was having a hard time as he had to use both of his legs to keep the bike upright. The twisted handlebar just made it harder for him. Suddenly, the rear tire slipped over a rather large stone and the bike fell on Gautham's leg, pinning him down. I was extra cautious after the previous crash, so I managed to jump off before it fell. It took considerable effort to push raise the bike and free Gautham. Had the bike fallen to the right into the jungle, it would have taken more than 4 of us to push it back up. This was Gautham's first fall of the day and my second.
We reached the 49.000km marker, but couldn't find any way or path into the jungle. That was when Satya clarified that we had to go till 46.000 and that we misheard before. A guy coming in the opposite direction on a bicycle confirmed it and also added that the path through the jungle would be very easy and wide. That meant 3km further on this ridiculously difficult path. Satish had no problem (he was cruising on 4th gear). Gautham thought for a while and decided to keep going as turning back at this point meant a whole day wasted. After enormous struggle and a few scary moments, Gautham got us both to the 46.000km mark. At one point, he almost busted his left leg. Its hard to explain in writing, but lets just say that if he were not wearing those solid Woodland shoes, he would have probably had a broken ankle, definitely busted up toes and an ugly, bloody, messy scene.
Driving along the Track
Anyway, we found the path into the jungle, went under the tracks through a tunnel to the other side and found ourselves on a rather wide easy looking mud road that went through the jungle. So, the locals were right again. The path indeed seemed easy to drive on. We were all nature freaks to some extent, so the thick jungle on either sides infused us with new enthusiasm and got us all pumped up. This was the third and final part of the route to the Falls. Our asses hurt from sitting constantly for long hours and a break was desperately needed. So, we took one before we headed off to the Falls.
The falls were approximately 7km further inside the jungle. As we went on, the path got progressively worse. It started out as a plain mud road, but then we started running into puddles of water, slushy mud and big uneven rocks strewn all over. Satish displayed his bike driving skills and was out of sight in no time much to the frustration of Gautham who was stuck with the crappy bike and was going in the 2nd gear with caution. but even that wasn't enough as the rear tire slipped once again in the slushy mud and we got thrown off the bike yet again. This was Gautham's second fall today and he had no clue why the bike fell and started cursing it. It was my third and I was understandably frustrated. We pushed on nonetheless. Along the way, the path became more uneven and steep, we encountered larger puddles of water and mud, had to cross a small stream and struggled more. Finally we made it. A rather large banner over a gateway greeted us. We parked our bikes as an information board said that the falls were 100mts away on foot.
Crossing the Puddles
Now there is another reason, apart from pure stupidity, as to why we came all this way instead of turning back when we became aware of the difficulty of the route. When we had asked for directions, a local guy informed us that there is in fact another route to the falls and this was a well laid one. So, we thought we could take that route on our way back from the falls. But the moment we reached the falls, we realized that the only route back was the one we came through.I was terrified. The other route was the main reason why we came this far and now that there isn't one, we had two options. either go back on the same route, which I felt was physically impossible at this stage, or camp here for the night. I was seriously considering the second option even though we didn't have the equipment or food for camping out. I was probably too exhausted to think straight.
We proceeded to the falls on foot and had to cross a couple of small streams before we finally got there. The Dudhsagar falls were not nearly as impressive as I thought they would be. They certainly were quite tall but I had expected a lot more water falling down from the edge. I can see why it got its name though. It does look like milk flowing off the cliff. The base of the falls was inaccessible, so we had to view it from a distance. Satya got very excited and was jumping all over the rocks, snapping pictures. Gautham and Satish were exhausted and sat beside the stream. I was busy looking for any kind of shelter to spend the night but I guess I was the only one who lost his mind. Satish and Gautham had no intentions of staying back and decided to head back. I was pretty tired but I thought "Heck. All I have to do is sit behind Gautham and pray thaat the bike wont fall again". So we went back to the bikes and headed back.
The Ghost Riders
Out of the Jungle and Back on Tracks
The time was 6:45 PM and it was still bright outside, but inside the jungle, it was getting dark very quickly. Without any further incidents, we made it through the jungle earlier than I had anticipated and reached the train tracks (For some reason, all of my estimations were going wrong today). This was the tough part, but it was just 7:10 PM and there was still plenty of ambient light, so we were confident that we could make it to the highway before nightfall. I don't remember who, but it was either Satish or Satya who proposed the following idea. Since the next 4km would be hard to drive on, the suggestion was that Satish and Gautham would drive the bikes while I and Satya would follow them on foot. It seemed like a pretty sensible idea at that point as we assumed that the two bikes would be going slow enough that we could simply walk behind them and, if needed, pulll Gautham from under the bike. We were also quite grateful to both Satish and Gautham for the enormous effort they had put in to drive all day long. So, to make life easier for them, I and Satya offered to carry a backpack each and started following them.
It was becoming hard to keep up with them so we started running but within 5 minutes, they were out of sight. We stopped running, looked at each other and realized how grossly we underestimated the speed of the bikes, particularly Gautham's. He probably got used to driving that heavy bike in tight spaces and he raced ahead. But, it was not a worrisome situation as we just had to walk 4km and it wasn't dark yet so we could make it if we went at a steady pace.
As we were walking, I felt something sting above my left ankle. I pulled up my pants and saw something that looked like a small bug stuck to a red patch of skin. I tried to flick it away but it wouldn't let go. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a leech. It must have bitten me while I was crossing the stream. I had read about leeches before and I know that they were not dangerous. The release an anesthetic before they bite, so you wouldn't know immediately. I still have the bite marks though.
We walked and walked for what seemed like 15min when we reached a marker that read 46.200. We had started at 46.000. That was impossible. How could it take 15min for just 200mts? My theory was that the earlier events of the day coupled with exhaustion had screwed up my sense of time. I didn't share my theory with Satya as he seemed quite scared of the surroundings and so was I because the tracks actually pass through the jungle and it was beginning to get dark fast. Soon, it got so dark that we were not able to see the markers anymore. I was getting paranoid that a bear or some other wild animal would jump out from the sides and grab us back into the jungle for dinner, or that we may get kidnapped by hostile tribals or dacoits who live in the forest. All this made us both extremely sensitive to any noise and we found ourselves constantly looking over our shoulders just to make sure that we were not being followed. Unable to stay cool anymore, we got onto the tracks and started running between them. Suddenly Satya stopped and became still. He saw something on the tracks and pointed me towards it. It had the outline of a big dog and it sent a chill down my spine, but we immediately realized that it was just a marker with some shrubs growing around it giving it the appearance of something resembling a dog. We checked the marker under the light of the cell phone and figured out that we had 2km more to cover. We kept running with the bleak hope that one of them would come back looking for us as it has been almost an hour since we started. I was completely exhausted, dehydrated, my shirt drenched in my sweat, my feet aching from running over loose stones and my back was in great pain from carrying that backpack. We kept hearing strange sounds all the while but were scared to look in any direction but straight ahead. It was terrifying enough that I started imagining elaborate movie plots of us getting taken hostage by a gang of dacoits, and how we would escape and get lost in the jungle, survive in the wild and so on and so forth. After running for what seemed like eternity, we heard the voices of Satish and Gautham in the dark and a huge wave of relief swept over us. We could finally stop running and take a break. We were safe from the dacoits and wild animals.
Now there was just half a kilometer to go between those unused train tracks before we got on safe and proper roads, but Gautham probably felt I did not have enough scares for the day. He climbed onto the tracks in such a wrong way that the rear end of the bike swung wildly out of control for a moment and I braced myself for yet another fall, but it magically became straight and we were spared. Had we fallen on the tracks at that speed, the injuries would have been quite bad. The ground was solid and covered with dirt in between two iron rails with sharp stones on either side. gautham was smiling but I almost crapped in my pants. I was not capable of handling such scary stuff anymore and pleaded with Gautham to drive slowly and carefully.
The rest of the journey was still scary but we reached safely without any other "incidents". The time now was 11:00 PM. Just a couple of km away from Panjim, it started to rain heavily. We parked the bikes by the side of the road so that the rain would wash off the dirt from the bikes and we took shelter under some trees on the divider hoping that the cameras would stay dry. Once we reached the hotel, we cleaned ourselves up, wore fresh clothes, cleaned the wounds, had an awesome dinner, gulped down some strong beer, switched off the lights and closed our eyes. That was when the nightmares began, All I could think of were the events of the day, the fall on the ghat road, the crazy drive through the jungle, the long terrifying run along the railway tracks and the scary drive back to hotel on the wet highway where the only thought I had was how badly i'd get bruised if the bike slipped and fell. Five min later, Gautham got up and started pacing up and down the room. The same things were going on in his head too and kept him from falling asleep. Even the beer didn't help. We probably should have ordered fenny instead. It would have been cheaper and much more effective. It was too late to order fenny anyway so we set the AC to "turbo cool", pulled over the blankets and fell asleep eventually with the hope that tomorrow would be a lot less crazy and that we could cover all the places that we hoped to according to schedule.
Just to finish it off, this was the original schedule for day 2
- Reach the Falls by 2:30 PM
- visit a fort situated in another corner of Goa by 6:00 PM
- make it back to the hotel by 9:00 PM
Added by Gautham
...It was actually Satish who got the idea to let Pavan and Satya walk back near the tracks. After parking our bikes, Satish and I discussed on the Avenger's skidding capabilities as we waited for Satya and Pavan to join us. We eventually found out that the front tyre that was way thinner than the back tyre couldn't stop on applying brakes. After that fruitful realisation they were no more mishaps except a close call when i drove the bike onto the metal track.
...At the hotel, as Pavan and I had our beers, I thanked God for two things inspite of being an atheist. First, it was an avenger and not an enfield. An enfield's seating position is significantly higher than avenger and my legs will hardly reach the ground. Secondly, there was no rain when we were dragging the bikes in the jungle.
...Finally, I just want to confess that I never drove a five gear bike except once at DAIICT where I drove an Unicorn for a few metres. One more confession, I never applied a back brake in my life till that realisation. Pavan is indeed a lucky pillion rider to survive.
