A couple of months back, the name Vasota had sprung up when me and Mandar were discussing the creative plans on what can be done with the long week-end that was coming up. The plan was dropped entirely due to the cricket match rescheduling.
On Wednesday, Sushil the MLM in the gym which I have joined recently approached me and asked if I would like to join a group of enthusiasts for a trek to Vasota (वासोटा). Now, if it was any other place they were thinking about, I wouldn't have thought twice before refusing, given the soaring temperatures around this part of the world. But because it was Vasota, I was in no doubt that, wife-permitting, I was going. The amazing coincidence that it was Vasota as a destination sometimes makes me believe Paulo Cohello's famous words "When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it." Checked with Mandar as well and though he did not sound exuberant about the idea, he was willing to join in. Manas and Rupali from the training staff were the organizers. We got ourselves registered for the trek.
The plan was to leave on Saturday night so that entire Sunday is available for the trek. The meeting time was 11 PM near Dattawadi where Manas stays with the option of boarding at Big Bazar, Sinhagad Road. Things did not start off well for me as I developed symptoms of common cold by the noon on Saturday. It became worse as the day progressed. I still went ahead and started buying the edibles and stuff. By the sun-down my throat was itching and an onset of throat infection was eminent. I ignored it and then got an reminder SMS with a list of things to carry. It said in addition to other stuff a sleeping mat. Now that was a problem. Few calls to Mandar and Vindy, and bingo, Vindya had it. As usual Vindy sounded bewildered and amused when he heard about the planned trek and that I was starting off within few hours. Off I went to his place picked up the mat, which showed the signs of not being in use for a while but was more than enough for me.
I did not know the meeting point so I asked Sushil to meet me at Erandwane. Around 10.30PM as Sushil, accompanied by Sameer and Pulkesh, started for Erandwane, I visited the medical shop to get myself a inhaler and some citrazen tablets for my running nose. We were the first to arrive with even Manas out of sight. Then came a 28 seater bus. Mandar called me for directions and I went to the main road to get him to the meeting place. It was 11PM. Slowly people started showing up and place was abuzz with chatter, phone calls for directions and to reserve the seats on the bus. Given my height I reserved the seat near the door so that I could stretch my legs.
Finally around midnight we all boarded the bus and started off on Sinhagad Road. We were joined by 3 more members at Big Bazar. As it turned out, there were 25 of us, the members and staff. Moving ahead we joined the Katraj by-pass and started our journey towards Satara on NH4. Took a quick halt at a temple of sorts on the way. The cameras came out and few snaps taken. The night-time temperatures were low and as the bus gathered speed the breeze through the window was a welcome relief from the heat in the city. The only issue was my throat which was troubling me more and more.
We took a tea break after crossing the Khambatki ghat and I swallowed a Combiflam to see if helps relieve me of some throat-ache. The remaining journey till Satara was spent by catching a nap here and a nap there amidst the glaring headlights of on-coming traffic and a driver who was obsessed with honking the horn every time he wanted to overtake even if it was not needed.
I am not sure about the time but finally we left NH4 and entered Satara. We had to ask for directions a couple of places to reach a place called Bamnoli (बामणोली), which is the starting point for the Vasota trek. As it turned out, the road till the tunnel from the base of Ajinkyatara fort is exactly same as the one we took for Thoseghar trip. Only difference being, instead of entering the tunnel on the left, one has to go straight ahead. This started a 35 KM long ghat section with lots of curves and a single lane road. The road conditions were good but the journey seemed to take forever with our bus being the only vehicle on the road. Finally around 3.45 AM we reached Bamnoli and the hunt started for a place to sleep. There is a temple in Bamnoli with huge Veranda in front. Out came the mats and mattresses and we dozed off. Mandar, as it turned out, was sharing his bed with a stray dog that took a liking to Mandar. The thing I noticed when we landed in Bamnoli was the loud screeching sound of bats which reminded me and Mandar about our own Batman Bandya.
There was a temple at the entrance where we dumped our bags and started for the edge where we could see the followers down below. After cheering them up to push hard and breath-in and out and a couple of snaps, we rested under a shade of a huge tree. Slowly the folks started trickling in, exhausted due to the heat and effort, but satisfied that they have reached the top. While we decided to wait for everyone to join in before opening the lunch boxes, small time stuff like biscuits and cakes and chips started coming out of bag and 20 mins. later whole gang was there and we were in a eating frenzy. There was so much stuff going around in circles. The chapatis, paraathaasa, saatoris, shira, shrikhand, curd, khakraas, boiled eggs and much more. As most of the trainers reached the fort after us, we managed a lot of leg-pulling about them needing to get trained from us rather than other way round.
Negotiating the steep slopes while going down was tougher than while coming up and we decide to follow a fellow in red t-shirt who was not at all comfortable with the entire situation. He would keep skidding and sliding almost every step and that slowed us down enormously. Amol, one of the trainer and the DJ were giving him company, so Mandar and me decided to move on. We bumped into another group which was slowed down because a girl had twisted her ankle. We followed them for a while before again deciding that our help was not needed and moved on. We met rest of the group at the water hole and decided to relax while the remaining folks join in.
It was 6.30 PM before we started our journey back and while Manas and the rest were sorting out the confusion regarding whether to stop for dinner or not, I was enjoying the ghat roads. Only one though in my mind. This is a beautiful biking road. :-). We had to take a puke-stop for the Doc and Rupali just before Satara, but rest of the journey was uneventful. We stooped at Hotel new Kailash for a dinner of Besan-Bhakari at 9.30 PM and with our test buds satisfied and tummies full started the last leg of the journey to Pune.
Reached home at 11.30PM, approximately 24 hours after the start. The trek itself is not tough but one needs to be fit enough to handle the steep gradient of the trek. Overall it was very satisfying experience with one more trek deposited in the Bank of Memories' "pleasant experiences" account.
Checkout some snaps here.