The wind in your hair. Your home in a bag. A vague destination. Random glasses of sugarcane juice for your parched throat, and steaming mugs of ginger-lemon for those chilly mornings. Multiple directions from different well-wishers duelling with glances of the tattered map. Every cup of tea delicious and as different as the person making …

So it was the first weekend of the last month of the year and we (me and goo) were desperate to finish our weekend getaway quota of the year :) Left Sanpada at 4pm-ish, took the Uran road from Kalamboli to panvel, it’s better cuz almost no traffic, on the way back took the road …