I really don’t know what possessed me. Why would a middle aged mother of three decide to take her all bike ‘Direct Access’ motorbike licence ? How on earth did this lead to riding Superbikes and Royal Enfield’s across India ? Motorbikes scared the hell out of me. I’m not sure how I followed this path, guess I got caught up in the excitement of it all.
It all started 5 years ago when a random person 6000 miles away dropped me a Direct Message on my instagram @milskiparis asking me about a certain picture of a pink bull with headphones. Eight months of daily chit chat ensued, conversations about everything : culture, art, politics, food…until one day he enquired if I would like to join him on a motorbike trip through South India. Feeling like shaking up my life a bit, having a great love for India I accepted and I have to admit, my entourage thought I had gone quite mad.
It was the trip of a life time, hurtling through five states, hill stations such as Munnar a former retreat for British Raj Elite and now tea magnificent plantations rambling for miles into the mist, the Konkan Coast stretching from near Mumbai and the Western Ghats along the Konkan Coast and the Arabian sea to the hippy paradise Goa. I saw India like never before but hey, I wanted to ride, sitting on the back I got to see the sights but this was obviously far too boring for me!
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Hurtling through five states
By guest contributor Camilla K
A middle aged mother of three decides to take her all bike ‘Direct Access’ motorbike licence.