Nandi Hills is the closest hill station to Bangalore, at a distance of about 60kms. I took the outer-ring road. The roads were empty and i went zooming at around 80 kmph. (Please note, you rarely get to reach these speeds in Bangalore). I reached the Hebbal fly-over in about 20 mins and took the road to Yelahanka. The new international airport at Devanahalli is en-route. And also the Jakkur air-field. So, the roads are broad at most of the places and one can easily cruise at 100 kmph. The route was pretty boring till the turn to Nandi Hills. Once you reach the board that states, Nandi Hills.. 22 kms, the road starts to get a bit rough and more greener. I stopped at several places to take snaps from my ordinary Kodak camera.
Once you reach close to the hills, the roads start to get bit tricky and view of the mountains starts to get amazing. Once you are on the curved roads, the view of the mountains and the valley at each turn looks like straight out of the postcards. I stopped at several places to take shots from my camera. I reached the top at around 1:30 PM. Two wheelers are not allowed inside the fort on the top. So I parked the vehicle, lifted my sack and started walking.
The weather was just marvellous. It was very cool and cloudy. Some time later it started drizzling. I walked about in the rain, enjoying the greenery and the landscape. The place was crowded near the gardens. People had come with their families and were having their lunch. So I escaped from that place and moved over to some more scheduled places. I reached a place from where the hills and the valley could be seen perfectly. I sat down on a rock and enjoying the cool breeze and muching on the food I had got. At around 2:30 PM, I started walking back. I went around the ends of the fort, getting cold stares from couples who thought I was intruding their privacy. At around 2:45 PM, I realised I was lost. I did not know which was the way out and which way I had come. I decided to pursue the path I was walking. At around 3 PM, I was relieved to see the parking lot in sight. I paid the parking guy and started back half-heartedly.
I stopped at many more turns on my way back and enjoyed the landscape. Finally, at around 3:45 PM I reached the same board that said, Nandi Hills... 22 kms. I stopped at this junction, tightened up my sack, wore my helmet which was hanging on the back on my bike during the journey down the hill, and zipped my jacket. I was ready to hit the highway and was in no mood to be stopped by the slow moving trucks this time. My bike which was serviced the previous day was roaring happily as I reached the Hebbal fly-over at 5 PM. I was welcomed in Bangalore by heavy rains. By the time I reached KR Puram I was fully wet although I had my jacket on. From KR Puram onwards, the skies started to clear up. I was back home at 5:30 PM, wet and tired but happy. That was one hell of a ride.
The day had ended, and I was happily listening to Enrique Iglesius.. "Monday night... and i feel so low.. Count the hours... but they go so slow...."