Mizoram Monsoon Sweep Ride

Mizoram Monsoon Sweep Ride

Day 1: Shillong to Aizawl

            So, after much planning, cancelling, planning again n then postponing, a group-turned-solo ride, I was finally off to Aizawl, 450kms away and the first leg of the Mizoram Monsoon Sweep Ride, on July 14^th at 7:30 AM from home.

            Okay, before I go ahead, I’d like to tell you that this ride was almost choked off even before it started. Like I mentioned above, this was supposed to be a group ride and that’s what I told my family too. But with everyone backing off as the dates got nearer, I didn’t dare tell my parents that I was going solo. So I told them that my dear good buddy, Anurag, was going along. I thought I will tell them the truth when I was about half way to Aizawl or something. But just when I was about to get on the bike to start off from home, I saw Anurag and Nikesh coming towards me with big smiles on their faces. The moment my mum saw Anurag, in shorts, she was even more shocked than I was. “Aren’t u going along?!!’ “No Aunty errr…ummm…. He’s going with some other friend…” and my mum got it that I was going alone. I could see that they felt proud for their friend who is going for this ride alone, but this was also the first time that I wanted to punch my dear harmless and always jolly buddy – Anurag, so hard ,for no fault of his whatsoever. But even more surprisingly, my mum said to me, “You should have told us you were going alone, we would have packed better and more snacks for you!”. Pheewwwww!! So before any more surprises crept up, I got on the bike, bid farewell to my family and friends (yes, we’re still friends even after the ride :P ) and started off for the ride.

It was drizzling the whole morning and by the time I got off the busy main roads I was in the outskirts by 8AM. I had hoped and prayed that at least when I leave for the ride, it would be a sunny morning but it turned out otherwise, and in a good way too. With the wet roads I was taking it easy and it calmed me down to take my time on the road rather than rushing to get to my destination.

            With all the unfolding events in the morning, I was already hungry even before I reached Jowai, which was just around 62 kms away. So I stopped by the road side and took out the snacks which my sister had lovingly prepared for me. I finally understood what Mojo Walle Bhai meant when he said: you feel so lonely and emotional when you eat by the roadside, on your own, so far away from home. I was very near from my home, but the thought of being away from my loved ones and on my own kind of struck me at that time. Or maybe I had been reading too any travel stories. 

               Anyway, so for the next 110kms approx I was riding in the drizzle and rain until I reached Umkiang Bridge in East Jaintia Hills. I had always wanted to see the Lukha River which is Blue in color but sadly because of the monsoon, it was running red with fury. I took a break before the Sonapur Tunnel to fuel up my tummy again and to absorb the surroundings – the river, the bridge, the hills, the truck drivers waving and smiling at me; Man! The feeling was overwhelming, not just because of the sights but also the gravity of the ride finally hit me. My first solo ride was finally underway.

                                                                           

            After some snacks, the sky cleared up and I was back on the road. The Rynox Tornado Pro Jacket did its job very well in keeping me dry in the rain but like any rain gear would do, it also made it very humid inside the jacket with the rain liner on. I took off my rain gear, rain liner and the cool breeze circulating through the vents of the jacket made for a refreshing ride. But boy was I in for a surprise!! This 75 kms stretch from Sonapur to Silchar was like an all you can eat buffet, but not in a good way. Mud, Slush, gravel, sand, potholes, craters… you name it and it’s there. 


         

     There was one stretch which passed through beautiful tea plantations on both sides of the road. Sadly, the deplorable road condition drew away all the beauty of the plantations. 






        


     I was advised to take the Kalain short cut to Silchar as it was shorter and the roads were far better. I kept riding through the crater filled short cut wondering when the good road will start when I realized I had already reached Silchar.

           





 Dildar met me in a Junction at the end of the short cut and showed me a little bit of Silchar where we met Raj too. I got my bike checked for some electrical glitches after which Dildar took me to his Helmet Shop. He’s got some really cool helmets.  It was dry and humid when I entered Silchar and it was a nice break to sit in his shop with the AC running. I could cool off for a while before I got back on the road.

            Saying farewell to Dildar, I pushed off to Vairengte where I was supposed to meet Hruaitea at the interstate border. I had been using the phone to view my route and the Rynox 5.5” Croc Mobile Mount worked excellently! No drop of rain or any dust particle got inside the case. I rode for about 20 kms from Silchar and met Hruaitea at Bhaga, who had already acquainted himself with another biker, Riki Jackers, on the road. Riki insisted we stopped at Bhaga Market for a cuppa chai n cold drinks before we hit the road again.

           
    Hruaitea is the ‘my-brother-from-another-mother’ friend. We have been Facebook friends for quite some time now but I met him just last year when he came to Shillong. Being driven by the same passion for offroading, the online discussions and interactions we had made us closer buddies. He started the offroad revolution in Mizoram with his offroading club – Free Tracks Moto Mizoram. They go for rides exploring the interior reaches of Mizoram and often take the road less travelled :D He goes by the name Hruaitea Imp 65 on Facebook.

           




 We then headed for Aizawl, another 140kms away. After riding in the Barak Valley and Cachar Hills’ flat wide roads, it was back to corner carving on the Aizawl Highway. On reaching Vairengte, there are check posts for checking/issuing ILP and also a Customs Checkgate which we passed through without any problems. Non – tribal Travelers though, will need to get an ILP for entering Mizoram.

         

   I thought I was quite good at riding in the hills as being from a hill station, all we have ever rode on were hills. But man, Mizoram is much hillier than what I had been used to riding on. The turns were hairpins at almost every turn and they take a toll on you if you’re rushing through them while doing long distance touring. 5kms felt like you had been riding for 15kms. But the good thing about Mizoram is that the roads are well maintained and you can actually enjoy the turns without riding into a crater in the middle of the road.

            We stopped at Bilkhawthir for some refreshments and we got back on the road right away. It was a nice ride with the moon shining bright and two Impulses whizzing on the road. There was a massive landslide 2kms before entering Aizawl. They were clearing it and we had to wait there for a while. When they allowed us go, I followed Hruaitea through the slush but since my bike was loaded with luggage, it got bogged down and the rear wheel was a good half buried in the slush. It came out after a little struggle and we headed straight to Hruaitea’s place where I put up for my stay in Aizawl.

            After unloading the luggage, a good hot bath and some good food, I called it a night. It has been a good ride and I couldn’t stop grinning from ear to ear. I was finally in Aizawl on my own bike!! You just can’t explain that awesome feeling when something that you have been dreaming for so long actually becomes a reality. But if u asked me how my first day of the ride really went, I’d say, it’s not as easy as it looked on GoogleMaps. :P