
The Start of Something New
Going down memory lane, reminiscing how it all began, I realize the day is still clearly etched upon my mind… It was early January in
Going down memory lane, reminiscing how it all began, I realize the day is still clearly etched upon my mind… It was early January in
Click here if you haven’t already read part 1 And so, we steeled our will and headed for Mumbai. We reached Mumbai on March 2.
We are now basking in Mallorca, the beautiful Spanish island in the Mediterranean. Our motorbike is at the Valencia port waiting for customs clearance –
“You cannot be permitted to leave the country” glowered the man behind the desk at the immigration counter. He was furious- almost screaming at me
Click here to read part 1 Navigating red-tapes A full 15 days it has taken me – for something I provisioned 2 days… clearing my
If you are Ducatista in Valencia- you can count yourself lucky. Because the showroom is managed by a bunch of Ducatistas who are perhaps among
“We have done everything we could possibly – but no company is willing to offer the border insurance for your motorbike. In the past 24
It was yet another day when the sun decided to give its best… 40 degrees of white heat. It made little mirages upon the tarmac;
Valencia – which until just a fortnight ago was just another name on the list of cities on our route. Today it means a lot
The lane was narrow. So narrow that two people could not walk it side-by-side. I turned my shoulder to make room for the elderly lady