Man Made Marvel: Exploring Wanakbori Dam & World’s Largest Aqueduct in Gujarat | RoadsterRides Travel Blog

 WORLD'S LARGEST AQUEDUCT

The sheer will, ego and pride of man, can manier times default the time and the test's of nature that follow behind in it's wake. God created us in his image, but there are far more times we have seen wonder's, jaw dropping architecture's that send's ripple's across the fabric of the creation itself, man sometimes create master piece's from muds and stone's that for generation's is cherished, preserved, protected and even awarded as being the evidence that man once or does exist beyond the trials of time and nature.

One such hidden gem, a silver ore of architectural marvel, subtly endures such a test - constantly, amidst the dry, arid region of Balasinor near Ahmedabad, Gujarat, India. The only time it is enveloped in a more habitable, lush green canopy of tree's and shrub's is the romantic and paint brush mood of the almighty - Monsoon!

  

It was a few day's ago, I was scrapping through the map of my state and trying to find something unique, something historical, a place where you don't leave behind something for once but you take back something to cherish for years to come and share the experience with your viewer's, friends and family, I was almost about to give up, but India will never disappoint you in whole, you need to believe that because at this particular fork in the road where I had to decide either to give up the search or wait for an epiphany, I struck a eureka moment.

It was right there, sitting, for years, 2 places stacked up one upon each other -12km's apart, The Wanakbori Dam and Mahi Sagar Aqueduct. Both standing fast with valor against the frost of the nature, continuously bashing it with massive hydraulic force coming from a catchment area of more than 20.82 km². That is in itself huge, sheer nature's majestic raw form, hiding amongst the calm flowing river.

Recently there has been lot of rains in the region, turning the melodious river chimes on the bed rock into a thunderous roar that one could hear from the entry point of the dam, I was drawn to it like the opposite poles of the magnet, my steps hurried towards the roar and it dawned slowly in a near distance. By the time I could digest the view I was quickly stopped by a crew cut hairstyle officer, the first glance at him, I knew I was in trouble, the officer strictly said to me "Hey You! How did you manage to come inside, the dam is closed for visitor's, vacate the premises immediately!" and the only word I could say in the moment was in complete surrender "Ok Sir I am leaving!" I demanded no explanation, the officer's tone and pitch level was self explanatory, he was concerned and displeasured by me - a civilian, on the premises he is responsible to safe guard.

With the same hurried step that I came in, I was going back out the same path, with a walk of shame and a guided escort by the officer himself. He made sure I was outside the gate and made me delete the recorded footage, well whatever few second's I was able to record before I was thrown out, but he saw me for a second and felt my eagerness to see the dam and with a soft tone said "Boy!",  while I was walking towards my motorcycle, "There is a small gate up ahead, go there you can safely see the dam from there" and he vanished back into his duty.

Safe? yes! because of the heavy rain's there have been incidences beyond human control, floodings and cloud burst's that make the river's unpredictable, untamed, all of sudden, out of nowhere. So he was right to guide me out while indeed the river was bit flowing high that time. But it's the thrill that we chase and manier times valor filled men, responsible one's, get thrill seeker's like me out of such uncanny situation's, so did this time.

Brief About Wanakbori Dam

This man made marvel bathe's in the river named Mahi which mouth's into the Gulf of Khambhat, Coast of Gujarat into the Arabian Sea while its source origin's from a village named Minda in the Indian State of Madhya Pradesh, neighbor to State of Gujarat. The river itself is alive, as it tread's upwards, to northern state of Rajasthan and dive's down inside Gujarat and into its final destination of Arabian Sea.

The dam has a design of 'Overflowing', where the water is slowed down but not completely stopped but rationed into further village's, feeding their farms via help of canals and a Hydro electric plant that lighten up's the near by home's.

It is spanned across 796 meters across the river and has an estimated submerge value of 24 village's out of 74 villages it cater's. The water is used to irrigation purpose and power generation through the Wanakbori Power Plant (1MW) which is just up ahead the river from the dam.

Inaugurated in 1958, the dam has 33 Hydroplus Barrage Fuse gates, at a height of 25meters leading to storage capacity of approximate 42 million Cubic meters.

The gates itself is a marvel as it collapses automatically in times of flooding not to stop but to let go of excess water in times of natural forces in play. I found this very interesting.
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After basking in the mild setting of the sun that day, I stayed there for a while, hearing the water made me somehow stop and pause, amidst the sound of water crackling on the bed rock I found a tad bit of void, some kind of solace I must say. I snapped back into reality as the sun pinched my skin and I rustled my backpack with my camera and water bottle, saddled it onto my motorcycle and made headway towards the next destination, I was on the clock as it was the weekend ride and needed to come back home before the sun sparkled into its full glory in the noon.

The back road's is very scenic, from my experience of riding in my state - I have come to believe that the back road's are much fun then the traditional highway's that make the journey quick, these road's have the hustle and bustle of a typical village life, a kind of chaos you would love to be in just because it's peaceful at the same time with the camels, chicken's, manier times cow's and buffalo's running across the road's or just vailing away time standing right in the middle with no care of the moving world around them. 

Probably something they already know, they are in on a secret but are blessed to not be able to talk about it, yet they want to share it by their behavior is what I feel. Stop - Pause for a while and see around for what life and nature has to offer you while giving away few minutes to this exercise that they want to share will not be in vain but something definitely to gain, something to take back. 

I manier times see these animal's on my ride's and try to mimic them, taking a few minute's off my ride and it automatically changes into meditation - for say, the thoughts tend to be calmer, wider, imaginative while I pause beside or behind them while the chew their favorite grass just like a man enjoying his evening whiskey with a cigar. That's the secret I guess they want to share, pause.

Well, cornering through the village roads and its pollen filled air, I quickly made way to a canal, not far, that hugs to a side road with a canopy of lush green trees, just like best friends holding hand to a corner food joint on a cool summer noon. The only hinderance to the world's largest aqueduct was a rail track right on the bridge before, but luckily my cruiser crossed over a make shift stone path that was probably made by the local villager's for their cattle's to cross, well it worked.

On the first glance you can miss it very easily, its so well camouflaged to look like a normal cross over bridge for vehicles, but when you stop 25 meters over the Mahi River and take a peak over its walls, you would see the crossover of 2 rivers, one flowing below naturally and one man made marvel carrying the Narmada river with speed bypassing the rustling nature and right into the city, its a massive network that intercepts at this particular point, spanning across 700m over the river, feeding the water for irrigation purposes. Its a part of a long chain of Narmada River flowing effortlessly for more than 140km's.

Small idea to how majestic this place is, there is a competitor in the world for this place in Great Britain, it is home to the worlds longest aqueduct, namely Pontycysyllte Aqueduct, which is even the highest aqueduct in the world and a protected UNESCO Site built from 25th July 1795 to 26th November 1805. Would love to visit this place one day.

To understand much better with visual reference, you would love this vlog of mine when I visited this places over the weekend: Wanakbori Dam & World's Largest Aqueduct

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Few Pictures More:

Mahi River Bed, 25m Above, Thermal Plant In View.

                           Over World's Largest Aqueduct, Ferrying Narmada River Water

A World Without Men: A Reflection on Balance, Void, and Existence

The wish was granted. The higher power heard and had enough of it, they are bored and utter irritated with the same prayer's every day, "We don't need men, We are fine without them, Need a world without men, Why should men have all the fun?" they said its enough, and snapped the fingers! Click!

The morning followed with it's general calmness yet a storm brewing along side the Ghana coffee in the machine, men are gone from the world, the complete gender doesn't exist anymore! Poof! vanished without a trace from the yesterday and even yester years! Whole history of the existence of race on earth, men has been erased like the writing on the beach, a clean slate. But yet the one thing was left behind, memories of them being around but only within those were living, rest everything was a wiped clean, books, scriptures, paintings, statues, everything that was dedicated to or made for men was gone.

Strange thought, isn't it? Well, first the world barely noticed it, the female gender had already taken over the partial remains' from the yesterday so everything was working smooth, it was just another day at office, no one noticed a regular joe hasn't checked in. Who cares? if they don't check in for the next couple of month's, female's are good enough to head ahead without the regular joe's of the office.

Trains are running on time, children are laughing in the park, playing tea parties. offices are running smoothly, women are getting paid fairly and climbing the ladder's faster as all women understand each other telepathically and empathetically, they are completing each other's sentences even before it has been thought inside the brain, the surface of the earth has not suffered a single crack, well immediately at least. But the world has all together has gone silent, and that's noticeable, every few hours, leading to minutes and then to seconds of the day, everyday...

Then come's a day, the kids are playing in the park, no guidance, no one to look after them, while the only remaining gender is busy making the world go round, cluttering, blabbering across the keyboards in their work, making the ends meet, but the kid in the park is now bored, sad, feeling lost, feeling alone and starts crying as there is no one around she can look up to, she can cling onto just of the sake of it, just for that little nap after a hard tea party she had and the friend forgot to give her the cookie at the table, and now there is no one to console her that it is alright let's her hold a pinky finger and takes her to buy a ice-cream from the nearest ice-cream truck.

The fight in the school broke out, the girls had their own version of fight's and fight club's, pulled each other hair's till they looked they had just been jolted with 1100V's of electricity with a bruised lip and knee to no one to come aid to except the school nurse she did her best, but she needs that band aid kiss that she will no later get it once her mom returns back in the evening.

There are female pedophile's now roaming in the neighborhood, knowing there are no beardy giant's wanting to stop them in the path just by the look of it, she is now brave, arrogant and twitchy for the next pray, before she has one and disappears into the dark alleyways, it has been reported but not enough unit's to be dispatched immediately at the location as the gender is stretched thin and no one to cover for in the void's that has been freshly left behind while there are the other's societal outreaches being piled up.

The train's are running good until the coupling came loose over the period of time, no one is available immediately due to void, but the engines are useless without the bogeys attached, you get the vibe of it, the heavy work is yet to be filled in, train's are getting late, people have started reaching no where without the transport's network working smoothly, the work is now piling up on the world from high rise multi billion dollar, electricity guzzling enterprises, its trickling down from errors, maintenance bloopers, the heavy things need more newly trained worker's to take the risk, or looking down from the 50th floor and still get that bolt riveted into the girdle.

The ageing mother has forgotten her last medicine and insurance policy that has been yet not filed, with no records of her being able to remember, the hospitals has given the final notice to clear the bill and discharge or take legal actions, the border's around the world are suddenly not 100% guarded, there are void's there too, the brotherhood has gone into ghost mode, but not even omnipresent, the grenade's are no more being hugged by the fellow to save the team, no more blood stained last letter's handed over too. Female's are running it all, with whatever best they know of all, the one's that are hardened and are ruthless are gaining slowly over the ones that remain, the encore of breaching the pinned down location's are replaced by thin yet roaring battle hardened lady officer's but yet lack the immediate impulse to jump into the fire fight that the men carried before, the hesitation...

From everything the world had to offer and has to offer, now has no men in it, it has to be managed by the female's, the only living gender amongst all things living the god had blessed the land and ocean with. The catch here is, without men the population is limited and cant grow. The cross species trials from single mammals have miserably failed costing the very precious lives that remain, scientist cannot re-create a pattern into the DNA to compensate and reproduce without the male, like the many mammals could do. Is there a breakthrough here? But time is not a friend.

The option's have run out, the cards are all played, the time is unlimited, resources are massively abundant now, the population though is the only non renewable resource left which is getting depleted faster than any other resource's, with every passing day the age factor is playing its role, the silver hair's are fading across the world, possible a next 100 years are left for the population to either find a way to repopulate, find a way to extend their existence or they would eventually all wither away like dust on a windy day, leaving behind world left for the green's, that's what's left of it.

There are so many aspects that each gender specifically cover, which is unimaginable, yet it puts a 'my god' feel when we sit down and just think about it, even more when you put it into word's, it becomes a unfathomable abyss, which only get's darker as you seek more deeper, quieter. A white noise is what we would find, I guess at the end, screaming in silence.

The silence of the world was now deafening. Women had pushed boundaries, conquered roles, managed industries, governments, homes, and even wars, not just the one's with gun powder but with the emotional turmoil they were feeling without a counsil to their error's, miseries, loneliness yet they were proving to be surviving - at a cost which was depleting faster with every wrong decision. They were proving they could survive, lead, and thrive but many aspects and segment's they gasped with a nostalgia, with an feeling of void that somethings were better when men were around, could have been they felt the grunt? or just lazy like the good old day's and that men took care in their free time but none could question their strength anymore while they are gone, strength is no more an option - its the only choice. Yet, something lingered in every heart, an emptiness that no innovation, no committee, no laboratory could fill anymore. A void.

The granted wish was never about survival but the blessing was about balance. The perfect harmony of Ying and Yang, the echo of good and evil, the joy of action and passion.

The laughter of a father swinging his daughter high into the air.
The protective presence of a brother walking his sister home at night.
The quiet endurance of a husband who works silently so his family never feels the weight he carries.
The unspoken bond between a son and an ageing mother, where no words are needed — just his presence, now everything came to women unfiltered, untethered, nothing holding back, nothing soothing it down, a neat whiskey without water.

The other gender got a jibe at the creation, the care they thought was possessiveness, they felt it was the duty so to be done but in reality they were connections. And with the men gone, the world was no longer a home, just an efficient, well greased but a ticking time machine which was fading. I read once where it was so beautifully creative that the garden needs to be filled with multiple flower's, flowers of colors, smell, sizes, but a garden with one theme of same flower becomes boring, becomes unsmoothing, not natural, its garden because it has a variety, some are good, some are beautiful, some are just ordinary but their presence is important, the plugs in the walls.

It was never about women could do it all. There had been never any doubt that any other gender was lesser than the other, all were given the limbs and eyes that other had, the same gray matter that thought few thought's milder or stronger than the other, like the different flowers in the garden, But, the question was yet to be answered and still remain's unanswered, should they have to? Should either of the gender be survivable if the alternate was obliterated? Was that ever the point of humanity — to see who could replace whom?

The higher power, the 'param atma' as the Indian mythology denotes the almighty, had only granted the wish to show one thing, not that one gender is stronger than the other, but that life itself was designed to be shared. The creation was already thought for, the misfit is designed to be fit, Men and women — different, flawed, misunderstood at times — but together, they carried humanity forward, the interlocked into each other like a key to its only lock. It was the heart for the love. It was the creation of the creator to be in continuation in his image, his strength.

While the time flew past, the grass grew and got cut, the rains and droughts came and went by but all these while the truth that burned hardest was: Men had been here all along, in the shadow's manier times fighting battles no one saw, no one heard about, the ones that they left at the doorstep before entering their home, the mood that immediately snapped to something more reliable to save the sanctity of the place he was going to be for the next few hours before he began the wrestle again, breaking inside but smiling outside, carrying those transparent burdens on his shoulder's that only shrugged quietly so others wouldn’t have to. Their struggles were invisible, and in their silence, many assumed they were unnecessary, deal able. But very few knew even within the circle of the males that everyday they were seating at table where the dealer was always new, when the cards were dealt with no certainty of his win each time but promised it bruised his ego to make him humble and smile.

Silence is never absence. Mind that well, absence often comes and screams louder than anything else once it start's getting noticed, its like seating in the world's quietest room and slowly and gradually your ear's start picking up sound's that was never heard before, scaring with the new unknown even though those sounds were always there - omnipresent. And same were the men!

So, the question is not whether the world could survive without men. Clearly, it could not. The question is: Why did we ever believe they didn’t matter enough while they were still here? while they still are?

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Do let me know in the comments, your views, I would love to gain a new insight, this was my fictional tete-e-tete with you all.

(Image is AI generated with help of Gemini)

7 Curug Bibijilan Waterfalls – Hidden Gem in Sukabumi

The Phone Call.

The transit to Indonesia began with a phone call from my maternal family. Normally, these calls are uneventful—filled with joy, laughter, and the latest stories of weekend escapes. But this time, it was different. Mom picked up the call and went completely pale, as if a black hole had sucked her soul into the abyss. Dad’s trembling footsteps toward his sobbing wife only confirmed it wasn’t good news.

We weren’t completely unaware of the situation, but this call was different. My Nani had begun to lose her battle with cancer. Like the brave Rajwadi kings of Rajasthan, who were said to fight even after being decapitated, she was still holding on with a warrior’s spirit.

What a way to start the journey. It was supposed to be filled with sorrow, grief, and worry. Yet there’s something so positive about my family in Indonesia. They don’t seem to worry too much about what life throws at them. In all my 30 years of visiting, I’ve never seen their eyebrows furrow.

Met with an accident? “Cool, we’re alive. We’ll fix the car.”
Missed a rest stop on the highway? “Cool, pour hot water from the thermos, eat instant noodles, sing karaoke.”
Don’t feel like working? “Cool, let’s close shop and camp by the beach.”

That subtle art of not worrying is the magic of life I learned from them this time. In India, a call like this would bring a rush of bad feelings, frantic thoughts, and plans for last meetings before emotions could even settle. In Indonesia, they carry it differently.

2 Hill's Away

We were in the storm. We decided to deal with the storm. And then, in the middle of it all, my uncle and cousin suggested a change—a trip to the waterfalls hidden in the mountains, protected by tall pine trees. Waterfalls so fierce you could hear them over rustling leaves and jungle birds, yet melodic enough to calm your soul. To break that melody, we would take our dirt bikes, scraping the tarmac under the wide blue sky.

The next morning, we were up at 5 am, pumped and ready. By 6 am, the city was already buzzing after morning prayers. I packed my action camera, one power bank, a little cash, and off we went on our bikes.

Two hills away—that’s how destinations are measured in my mom’s village. Not by postal codes. A 30 km ride, about 2 hours on motorcycles. Scenic not only for the landscapes but also for the people. No one’s in a rush. They drive slowly, listen to Dangdut folk songs, shift gears with one hand while puffing their favorite cigarettes with the other. Amidst the smoky fog, even I felt relaxed.

Around sunrise, our stomachs growled as we stopped to admire a clear view of Mount Gede and Mount Pangrango, both usually shy behind clouds. I flew my drone for the first time, capturing their majesty in 4K. As the drone climbed, all three of our stomachs growled together like a trending “grrrr” meme. Hunger hit us hard.

Nearby was a resort, but we didn’t want to break the adventure’s tempo. Instead, we stumbled upon Amador Ranch—a horse ranch. I’d never seen proper stallion-grade horses in my mom’s village. Ponies, sure, but not this. That’s why I love roaming: to find experiences no book or YouTube video can replicate.

Amador Ranch sat on a high hill, overlooking the valley we had just climbed. From its bamboo suspension bridge viewpoint, I launched the drone again, capturing panoramic memoirs against the backdrop of the two glorious mountains, flaunting themselves like peacocks in monsoon.

The sun lit the dewy grass while clouds played hide and seek with the valley below. Breakfast was black coffee and cheeseburgers with potato fries. Hungry or not, the food was genuinely good. And cheap too—what cost us 3 burger's with coffee there would barely cover a sandwich back in India.

Hidden Among The Pine Trees

By now, the mountains hid behind clouds again, and we were eager to move. A steep downhill through a small village brought us closer. Fishermen, grocers, and fishing lot owners waved as we passed. Soon, we heard the thunder of water crashing—Curug Bibijilan.

At the first gate, locals sat smoking cigarettes and snacking on tahu, asking for a small entrance fee. My uncle paid, shaking hands with the elder, while my brother and I rushed ahead, too excited to care. We parked the bikes near towering pine trees, passing school kids and even spotting a rusty yet stylish custom chopper.

The forest dipped suddenly, almost like a crack in the mountain, split by the mighty Curug Bibijilan. A welcome board confirmed it. Mist from the falls coated my glasses and hair. The rocks were slippery, and both my brother and I regretted wearing the wrong shoes. Still, we made it to the base of the fourth waterfall, where we spent the rest of the day.

A bamboo-and-wood bridge crossed a calmer part of the falls, decorated with moss and dripping water—like something out of Jumanji. The roar of the waterfall filled the air, mixing with the laughter of children swimming in the pool below. My uncle jumped in first, then me, then my brother.

I was scared of the rocks, and the rush of water was so strong it kept pushing me back. Hesitantly, I dipped my left foot first into the icy pool while the others were already sitting under the falls above, claiming a spot for us. Slowly, I pushed forward through the current, mounted my camera on the chest harness, hoping it captured the POV of what I was daring to experience for the very first time.

From a distance, my uncle saw me struggling. Probably I took the wrong approach because he yelled, “Keep coming straight, you’re all right!” and reached his hand out like he was saving a man on a ledge. Step after step, I gasped, swallowed gulps of mineral-rich water, but finally, I reached his hand. He pulled me up. Boy, it was fun though—never felt so refreshed and energized before.

We sat there for an hour or so, clicking pictures with occasional silence in between, as if everyone needed to shut up and bask in the chaos of the waterfall crashing behind us. We didn’t speak for another 30 minutes, just exchanged smiles and smirks while combing our wet hair with our hands, sinking into the moss-green stones nature had lent us for the time being.

I felt like I was in zen, within myself. Very rarely am I left thoughtless—no murmurs of my brain, no voices debating right or wrong. In that moment, I was weightless, free. I’d drive or travel any distance to feel that again.

Later, we dragged our tired bones and glittering skin back up the hill, our legs trembling as if we’d done leg day at the gym. Famished, we ran to a small shack for a cup of black coffee and instant noodles. Sitting on a bamboo bench, slurping hot noodles and warming our hands on steaming coffee, I suddenly remembered a scene from Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara. After his ocean dive, one protagonist cries—not out of fear, but from pure bliss. That’s exactly how I felt in that moment.

Sometimes we complicate life so much with self-imposed goals that we forget why we’re here in the first place. I’ve noticed it in the rains especially. Kids, weighed down by heavy backpacks, still laugh and splash under the rain, umbrella closed. And then there’s us—running for the nearest shed, hiding from the very thing we once loved.

So I’ll leave you with a question today. Are you the one who still enjoys the rain, no matter what? Or are you the one who now runs for shelter? Think about it.

That’s all from Curug Bibijilan Waterfall—a natural wonder that might not be on the world map, but will always be pinned to the wall of my memory.

Roadster out!

Check out the video here: Curug Bibijilan Waterfall, Sukabumi, Indonesia.

Indonesia Jungle Trail Riding Adventure – Exploring Sukabumi, Gunung Gede & Pangrango Forests on Dirt Bikes

The Pursuit Of Freedom

There is always something raw and magical about riding into the heart of nature, leaving behind human paved roads and venturing into the wild where nature has taken its course over years of dewy growth while moss was the main construction worker bridging the gap between untouched but soon to be kissed with love of nature, it would be or I must say it is the true sense and form the world was offered to us once we began the trail.

Recently, I set out on an unforgettable trail-riding adventure in Indonesia’s Sukabumi region, exploring the scenic tea gardens, volcanic trails, and dense forests near Gunung Gede and Pangrango National Park.

This particular ride of mine was even more special, As I wasn’t riding alone – my family had joined me on dirt bikes like the Kawasaki KLX230, Honda CRF150, and Viar 150 and together, we discovered the thrill of off-roading into the beauty of untouched landscapes soon to be tested and tried to be tamed by us.

These are Motorcycles That Took Us There

• Kawasaki KLX230 – A lightweight yet powerful trail machine perfect for tackling jungle climbs. Which my brother took into his stride.

• Honda CRF150 – Compact, fun, and reliable for both beginners and seasoned riders which my uncle took for his comfort and out of my fear of it.

• Viar 150 – A local Indonesian trail bike that held its own in rugged conditions which I personally felt at home riding but it was soon to change. 

Our bike's were the flavor to our adventure soup we had been stirring around, and switching between them made the adventure even more exciting.

 Jungle Trails of Sukabumi

We started our ride from a near by lush tea garden, which was privately owned yet had a narrow dirt paths from its side that later wound through emerald-green color tea plantation's, I personally had never before seen such tea garden except from the time I was in Munnar, India. The air was fresh, minty, filled with the earthy aroma of wet soil and mist-covered leaves. Soon, we entered the dense jungle trails, where the path narrowed and roots, rocks, and muddy slopes tested both rider and machine. Every twist of the throttle was a battle against nature, but that’s exactly what made it so thrilling.

It was here where we first made visual contact with the nature's offspring that turned out to be so majestic, violent but yet so quiet, sleeping and basking amongst the clouds and tall pine trees as its blanket but yet snoring in anger which one could hear every now on then as it gargle's throughout the day.

Gunung Gede & Pangrango Wilderness

One of the highlights was riding along the base of Gunung Gede and Pangrango, two iconic volcanic mountains. The terrain was a mix of slippery descents, river crossings, and steep forest climbs, all set against a backdrop of towering pine trees and echoing wildlife calls afar, I could literally hear birds after so long, I realized that amongst the chaotic city life my ears had become deaf to the rhythm of nature.

It felt less like a ride and more like a journey into a lost world, a world I - We all know about yet we forgot it over the years of our own turmoil's in search of something so achievable that we have yet to achieve it.

Family, Fun & Adventure  

What made this trip unforgettable was doing it as a family adventure, a decision my uncle had already made since the day he got to learn that I was coming to Indonesia all the way from India, he had meticulously planned the whole route with my brother, while he even helped to conjure life into a dead motorcycle which had seen it best days in a dark corner of our garage back home, the viar 150, a surplus gift from the Indonesian military to honor the service of my uncle's brother and the valor was still warm in the motorcycle too, I heard it took some doing to start it but it breathed with a yawn of white smoke but was alive, both my uncle and the bike.

We weren’t just trail riding – we were bonding over mud, laughter, and shared challenges from sticky situation to cold river water. From helping each other push bikes through tough sections to celebrating small victories at scenic spots, the experience was both thrilling and heartwarming.

Trail riding here isn’t easy – slippery mud tracks, unpredictable rain, and steep climbs, rocky to muddy to runny to dense forest and jungles demanded focus and endurance. But every challenge made reaching the next viewpoint even more rewarding. So much rewarding that it gave us life, a purpose, a true sense of feeling a soul breathe, think, live within you that you and I have surely forgotten how it feels.

Trail riding in Indonesia’s volcanic jungles is more than just an adventure – it’s a spiritual escape into nature, inner self, to meet with yourself amongst the calm of the nature while the adventure is the only chaos going through your mind. For me, this wasn’t just about motorcycles, but about family, exploration, and discovering hidden gems of this beautiful country and finally meeting myself doing something I truly love.

If you ever dream of mixing adventure, nature, and two wheels, Sukabumi’s trails near Gunung Gede and Pangrango should be on your bucket list, add another line with a unmarked checkbox right now and you wont regret it while putting a tick on it later.

Watch the Full Adventure on YouTube

This ride was captured across 4 episodes and 1 exclusive live stream on my channel, showcasing every trail, climb, and breathtaking view. If you love motorcycles, travel, or simply exploring the unknown, check out the playlist:

👉 Watch Jungle Trail Riding in Indonesia Playlist on YouTube

(Few Picture's from the wilderness)

Lost Letters & Found Memories!

Aren't We Gathering Digital Dust?

The whole travelling idea is made out of a single insemination of an urge to break free. ain't it? Where we are clouded by the hustle and bustle of the daily monotonous life, the same old 9-5, with no new faces to interact with, the deadlines getting humped on with bills to pay, it becomes overwhelming for a normal individual, which makes him / her stop at busy red light, with the fumes of dream's guzzling engines roaring around and to plumet into a never ending thought - "when to have a  breath of freedom?"

The good old day's stories we hear from our elder's where they crossed a whole natural battlefield to get to their school on time or a very commonly shared story of them seating under a street light to study for their exam's but yet apart from all those said hardship's of their's they always managed to gather a pool of money amongst friends, family or even their community neighborhood to travel together in a well aged bus and still be comfortably happy and click pictures for us to find years later today - think about that?

In today's era where hashtag's get your memories bona fide or number's of comment's and like approves the trip or the picture, it fail's against our elder's faded photograph which they have comfortably tucked away in an old album or that well aged leather wallet penny pocket, which carries an actual worth even in monetary means, google it for some lost and found post card's, letters, picture which go for an jaw dropping auction, who while clicking it never thought it would mean so much one day. While we yap around with a expensive camera in a brick we carry around in our pockets nowadays with no need to develop the image until later to find out how it actually came, I personally think we as a generation are missing out the actual fun it could have been in today's time, I know few of us out there are still using the old tech with a bit of expense but hey! that's a joy for some and a respectable one against the digital dust we are collecting on server's we might even not know where.

Ahhh! But it is indeed such a sensory pleasure to get hold of physical memories, its like holding a memory neuron in your hand and viewing it in a AI generated exploded view. I always make it a point to click a picture or at least find a post card from the local shop where I am visiting and send it back with my handwritten word's on it to myself and my close one's, the sheer joy it brings to me and them when they receive it is priceless and some how gives a reason to come back home anyways. Weirdly comforting!

Do you have any such physical photographs you just found recently which you never knew of or which had taken a free dive in the dark canyon of your forgotten memories in your brain but had bit of shadow looming somewhere in your heart and made you say "I thought I had lost this one." Go find one if you have the glimmer shinning after reading this, will meet you again once we cherish the same once found.

Go write that letter you always wanted - Go turn that picture around with a faded message written behind. That's the gold mine we are actually longing for.

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My First Blog!

Hi, Internet or shall I still say Reader's? The world has become so small in all these years where one can virtually be at multiple places from a single location, what an irony! Well, so I too thought why not me, I am Nirmal Shah or also known as Roadster on youtube and now dipping my fingers in writing blog's too.

I ride a Royal Enfield Classic 500 and take it to places where one would not like to venture on but that's where the fun starts, I have never held myself back from trying out new stuff and experimenting with different combination's of experiences in my life - some say its crazy but well hey! who needs to be sober in this high life. Keeps things excited and helps not get bored easily with a monotonous routine.

I have no prior experience in writings blogs and posting my experience's into words, I do write a daily diary but I guess this would be new experiment I would love to try and explore how the world of Internet respond to it. Don't have no steady plan or format of how I would be posting on this blog of mine but I would be natural and wont be to grammatical. 

On writing my first blog I am simultaneously thinking of how I started this whole journey of mine and somewhere back of my mind I know it flows in my blood due to my mother being from Indonesia, where weekends are dedicated to family or either friends, where people tend to pack up their bag's, throw it in their car's or strap it on to their motorcycles and head out early in the morning to a beach, forest for a camping night and be back before the new week start's and head on forcefully to the routine week until to repeat it again. Don't we all do the same? but with a less of adventure on the weekends. Correct me if I am wrong...

I feel that every week should have your very own 'south-paw', something you don't know of but you need to have a glimpse of experience of it, just to add that missing spice in your spaghetti of life and I guess that will solve many tangles in one's life in one slurp at a time. It works for me. Just being ready or known to what's coming your way keep's you alert and pumped but simultaneously open to learning from the experience of it, even though you don't know what you would learn from it but subconsciously you will. And you know that as you have already experienced it believe it or not!

It's amazing how we learn more from outside rather than going through pages of knowledge and a picture here and there which gives you goal's in life but not the right motivation to go and chase it until and unless you do it none the less to figure out "oh! that was amazing", just like a roller coaster ride, looking at it from far you think of riding it one day then you actually gather the guts to get in the line to ride it being all scared with a million ill thought's until you buckle up and scream your lungs out of fear, joy, excitement, happiness, adrenaline rush and till the end when you get over with the ride coming out of it you think "that was amazing, shall I try again?" and you get outside to see the ride and see the people riding it and you think to yourself "I already achieved that experience and joy" and for that particular moment you are senior in the world of people who are yet to experience it. That's all life is about. One at a time.

Thinking of keeping our roller coaster ride on, see you on the next one!  

Roadster. 

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