The property felt abandoned when I rode in. Disappointment started to get me when the thought occurred that I might be the only one there that day. I wanted to meet more travellers and this was not going according to the plan. Not initially at least.
I went in, settled down, and came out to see a whole bunch of crowd coming back from their local trips.
They had all checked-in a day before me and they had ventured out to see what the famous Chikmanglur had to offer. A lot of small talks and a few hours later, we lit a campfire and were passing drinks. The mix was different, we had that weed guy who was always happy as long as he smoked weed and made necessary arrangements to ensure that not a day passed by without it. There was a shy girl, there were 2 girl-best friends from Mumbai (of course), there was an HR from a major MNC there. It was nice to see the fun side of a HR personnel too.
There was me a writer (oooo, offooo, what do you write), thinking about that, it reminds me of the times when I introduce myself to people.
Me: Hi, I am Vimal. I am a writer
He: oooooooh nice, what do you write, what inspired you?
Me: Wait wait, lower your expectations! I am a normal guy!
Almost everytime it is like this until I meet another writer. Then the game changes, then each of us try to size the other one up!
Coming back, the night was fun and alcohol was doing its magic. I was only scheduled to be there for a day. That night, I fell in love with the Zostel experience and the owner of the place was nice enough to say that he would try to do something about my accommodation for the next day.
If you happen to go to Chikmanglur, try the Zostel experience there and also visit the Z-Point there for Sunrise.
Z-Point is where we planned to go the next day for sunrise. We re-grouped at 04:00AM, hired a Gypsy and the rest rode our bikes to the hilltop.