Unplanned trips are great, agreed. But, you know what’s better? Cheap, fun filled trips. Pocket friendly trips break all norms of a perfect getaway. I find a lot of people waiting out to either save money or stack up ample time only to have that perfect holiday. But truth be told, you can get away every time you feel that heavy plunge on your shoulders. Just decide to instead of piling excuses.
Spontaneous people are my favorite. It is a blessing to have likeminded souls with similar days off and homes at walkable distance.
One morning, like any other good morning Deepika, me and my running nose meet for breakfast. We spoke random bullshit until it ended with ‘let’s go somewhere’. The very next min we find ourselves in an auto heading to the railway station. The lady at the counter looked at us weirdly because we kept asking for tickets to random places. We eventually got past our muddled minds and headed to Medak. Train isn’t the best convenience so we took the bus from JBS.
This trip costed us 500 each inclusive of food (breakfast+lunch) and conveyance. We started late in the morning almost noon and returned by 9.00 pm. We boarded the comfortable bus, surprisingly comfortable (non-private, non-a/c). It took us around three hours to reach and almost the same time to return. Our mind didn’t pass the memory test because we struggled to remember the last trip we made there. We didn’t care because we were prepped to experience it all over again.
Medak is famous for a church, a fort and a dam but because we arrived at noon, we had to choose one place and line up another, if time permitted. We agreed on the medak fort because it was new to the both of us. We met a kind auto man Raju, he took us to the ‘deserted’ fort that was filled with our ancestors. Those wild uncouth monkeys made up their minds to chase us with terrifying eyes. We wondered, how would we even get past these hyperactive mischief makers. We decided to make a U turn and go elsewhere but Raju had different plans. He transformed into our protector, picked up his sword (a wooden stick) and led us to the top. We are grateful to him, we wouldn’t be able to visit the fort on our own.
The fort spoke gloriously, the remains shined light on a magnificent past and the stoney walls sung praises of that fortress. This was built in the 12th century then reigned by the Kakatiyas. Forts are supposed to be glorious but this fort surprised us further. We found a government hotel and a policeman, as we climbed our way up. I find it thrilling to imagine renting a room there. Imagine your rooms backyard is a fort. Holy cow, how amazing is that? The policeman was right at the top and it was necessary because that place is a perfect example for abandoned, isolated and deserted.
Raju told us his own version of the fort while we doused in the serene landscape before our eyes. We couldn’t visit any other place because time just flew and our hungry asses needed food. We headed straight to the most famous mess there and had the typical south Indian thali. Needless to say, it was super delicious.
Our joy rides bubbled with sweet memories, dreamy thoughts and candid smiles. The weather around that time was dreamy with hovering clouds, mellowing breeze and titivating skies. I craved to see a rainbow, I wasn’t surprised to know the heavens were kind enough to oblige. I saw a pretty rainbow virtually. As we moved further from Hyderabad the rainbow seemed closer through the pictures and posts of others but none to our travel eyes.
Returning from our mini adventure our hearts were full, our faces shined and our travel tales survive.
I urge you to travel. Wishing you loads of travel tales.