Mekedatu via Sangam – a biker’s tale
My brain tears itself apart fighting between will to know and compulsion to sleep.
“Who is this?”, I buy some time.
“Abe, don’t waste time and get the hell up here.” Now I recognize it is Sukhi from Confidare and now I realize I was supposed to start our bike trip at 5:30 am. Uff… somehow I thought this will only require my effort to ride a bike, which I am always happy to oblige, but not my effort to go to sleep early so I can get up early, get in my gear in time, and remain fresh in mind – efforts I am never happy to oblige.
“What time is it?”
“It’s 5:30 am and you were supposed to be here! Where are you?”
“Oh, I was sleeping. Give me half an hour and I will be there…”
“Lo bhaiya, he is still sleeping! Half an hour my foot, you need to be here within 10 minutes or we leave.”
“Okay.”
That’s how this trip started.
