Table of contents for the BAY OF BENGAL Trip
(27th June, 2010)
Woke up very early in the morning; me, Arghya, and Rahul managed to visit the beach at 5:30am. The lovely cool breeze and the reflecting sand with the windmills in the backdrop made it worthwhile. However, we quickly readied ourselves and hit the road by 8:30. We again had to cross the river at Namkhana, but luckily this time we could avail the vessel service.
The mishap with Jico:
The roads were remaining pretty congested at places, and the rain seemed to be knocking on our corridor, so for a moment me and Arghya, decided to rush a little faster. For around 15-20mins we rode a little hard past the 100kmph mark. Then as I stopped for a refuel, we got a call from Jico’s dad who said that Jico had an accident. The Blood Pressures were running high again. Me n Dhitan started rewinding towards Namkhana but after around 5kms, we found Jico. The relief was a huge one. We then finally came to know that, there weren’t any such accident, it was his bike which was suffering some failures and thus he decided to quit from the trip. It was a very sad moment for us, but the wheels had to keep turning. So now we were two bikes, two R15s, so now you know, the rest of the journeys happened at ‘x’Kmph speeds. ;)
Long ride to Sankarpur:
The ride to sankarpur was indeed a long one, the journey was approximately 250kms excluding those demanding ferry crossing across Namkhana & again at Raichak across the Hooghly river. We didn’t know the proper route from Kukrahati. So it took a little time figuring out the road till NandaKumar, from where the famous digha road with rash & rough traffic took us along. En-route sankarpur we were subjected to the true beauty of Rural Bengal, and we were compelled to cry out “Incredible India”. We reached Sankarpur resort (Kinara) at 4pm, and then again the story of lost receipts continued. :P
After the long ride without lunch, Jico’s sad exit what we needed now was an immediate dose of fun & frolic. Sankarpur, otherwise known for a dirty and not-for-tourists beach turned out wonders for us. We took a one way ride to the beach in a bhutbhuti, bought some pomfret fry, mixed vodka in “daab er jol” (coconut water). And in hours, it seemed like the Juhu of Bengal. We were only four of us sitting against the thrashing & raging sea in absolute darkness. We forgot about the whole world and celebrated our friendship. At 9:30pm, we walked back to Sankarpur through the casuarina forest. What an irony, they named it “Magic Moments”!!! ;)