Mekedatu via Sangam – a biker’s tale
“Where the hell are you man?”
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.”
That’s how this trip started.