25/05/2022 Wednesday -
In the morning I woke up to my regular alarm at 4.35 am, but got out of the bed around 5.30 am and freshened up. I called Sam, to show me a simple tea shop and we walked down the street. We had tea for just Rs 5/- per cup. The locals were clad in white pyjamas with white Nehru caps. I was told by Sam that it is the common style of dress for farmers.
Sabha Bhavan, Hospital Guest house.
Tea shop, Gadag
We returned and I told Sam to pick me up around 8.30 am. I told Sam that I would take him for breakfast to a nearby vegetarian hotel. Exactly at 8.30 am he came and took me to Hotel Kamat. We ordered paper roast dosa, Idli and coffee. The food was delicious.
Morning breakfast at Kamat Hotel
With P.R.O. Sam
By that time I got a call from Dr Ajay Raju, that he would meet me near the hospital canteen to take me around the three orphanages run by the Basel Mission Hospital. I was a little late in joining him at 9.20 am.
First we visited an orphanage for HIV negative boys and girls. The orphanage was originally started for children with Polio and after eradication of polio, the orphanage started accommodating children who tested HIV negative, born to HIV positive parents. The girls and boys here were discharged from the orphanage only after they became an earning member of society with a job.
Orphanage for HIV-negative children born to HIV-positive parents
Girl's dormitory
Boy's dormitory
Activity area within the orphanage
Dining hall
Dining hall
Photo gallery of the alumni of the orphanage home
Dr Ajay and I, with the children of the orphanage
"The Beginning " Three orphan girls taking care of three polio children in 1927 (Picture courtesy of Basel Mission Archives)
Boys of the orphanage going to school in 1933 (Picture courtesy of Basel Mission Archives)
German doctors and nurses with the polio children at the orphanage in 1933 (Picture courtesy of Basel Mission Archives)
Then we visited a boy's hostel within the Hospital campus funded partly by the Karnataka government . And then we visited Snehalaya boy's hostel which is in need of funding to run it as the foreign funds have ceased.The warden was showing some piggy banks which were to be distributed to willing sponsors in order to raise local funds. I shared our experience of creating a website and sending news letters to raise funds from local philanthropists.
Snehalaya boy's home ( now experiencing a funding crisis)
Snehalaya boy's dormitory
We went to the nursing hostel and the block where nursing classes were conducted. Seeing all the mannequins, classrooms, activity labs and other infrastructure, I told Dr Ajay that the BSc nursing college permission will just be a matter of time.
Nursing Hostel, Basel Mission Hospital.
Nursing Hostel, Basel Mission Hospital.
Nursing Hostel, Basel Mission Hospital.

Nursing College Block
The same Nursing Block in 1933 (Picture courtesy of Basel Mission Archives)
Dr Ajay accompanied me to my guest house, bade me goodbye and wished me a safe ride.
I got ready for the ride and loaded the luggage on the bike. I took the bike to the hospital entrance and called Sam to meet me there. I did not want to look like an alien inside the busy hospital campus in the morning hours in front of the weary patients. Sam got me change for Rs 1000/- in Rs 50/- denominations. That would be very helpful for local transactions. I forgot to hand over the room key at that time (I sent it by courier, after reaching home).
Bidding goodbye to Sam.
Drifting back to the Ride!!!
I hit the highway around 11.20 am. The road was smooth and I was cruising at 90 km/hr. I felt the need to upgrade the bike which would help me to ride at 120 km/hr. God willing, I wish in near future to get a RE Himalayan 450. Tempted by the Yezdi adventure motorbike at the moment, but I would rather wait for RE Himalayan 450.
I got confused at a butterfly flyover terminal to Hubli but got it right after turning back from the wrong direction within a few 100 meters. The national highway was good till Hubli and later enroute to Dharwad, it became somewhat narrow with on coming traffic. When I turned on to the NH 748 leading to Goa, the road was bad for the first few kilometers. Then the road was good in the Ghat section but I could only maintain 60-70 km/hr. There were about 3 railway crossing on the way to Goa. The road was very bad for 100 meters before and after the railway crossings. I thought may be there was confusion between the railway and the roadway about "whose responsibility" it was to maintain the road.
Parched landscape on the highway from Gadag to Hubli
Diversion to Goa, 4 km before Dharwad.
NH 748 to Goa
Bad roads at railway crossings
Total of 3 Railway crossings like this to reach Goa from Dharwad
Ghat section before Mollem, Goa
Sahyadri mountains or Western Ghats
The landscape changed from very arid to more like coastal Kerala as I was getting close to Mollem, Goa. The petrol was 7 rupees cheaper than in the other states I crossed. I was looking for some old Portuguese buildings or the remains of the war bunkers of the Indo-Goan war of 1961. To my amazement, I found none. Later my initial impression that, the Portuguese only maintained Goa for sea trade and they did not have any concern for Goans was confirmed.. Unlike the British, where they left behind their legacy of schools, colleges,hospitals, railways and government administrative buildings, I did not find anything other than those magnificent churches. However, I might be wrong in my perception, with my short exposure to Goa.
I was able to reach goSTOPSGoa, Calangute around 4.45 pm. I checked into an 8-bed air-conditioned dormitory.
goSTOPSGoa, reception
Parking area
Dormitories and rooms
I met Parthasarathy from Hyderabad and Priyanka from Thrissur, Kerala. Both were IT professionals. They were on 'workation' (working, while holidaying in Goa). They were pretty excited to know that I rode all the way from Vellore Tamil Nadu.
After freshening up and changing into casuals, I rode to Calangute beach that was two streets away. After parking the bike on the side of the beach road, I entered the beach through a fishing hamlet. I took some photos of people paragliding with a speed boat and the sunset on the beach. After a few minutes there, I did not know what to do , being alone on the beach. I could not go in to the waves as I had a DSLR camera in my hand. I felt bored.
Entered Calangute Beach through a fishing hamlet
Calangute Beach
Calangute Beach
Calangute Beach
Calangute Beach
Then I rode to Noronha's corner, a food truck parked near Assagao. I took the Baha beach road from Calangute. The google maps were very helpful all through out my journey. I hardly asked anyone for directions. I reached the place but found only a fruit vendor. When I asked her in English, what time the food truck would come? She replied to me in Hindi " Sade saath baje". OK, I understood that 7'o' clock. I was waiting from 6.50 pm. After 7 pm,I was restless and called to the telephone number mentioned in Google. The driver of a Maruti omni stopped with the phone in his hand and said the truck was coming behind.He was the person whom I saw in side Noronha's truck in the google images. He was looking like Dwayne Johnson, starring as the demi god, Maui, in a famous animated movie, Maona. The truck came at 7.30 pm exactly . Now I know what 'Sade' means in Hindi. I ordered a typical Goan dish, pork vindaloo which was served with two pieces of bread for Rs 310/- and a whisky-flavored home made chocolate for Rs 50/-
Noronha's Corner
Old Goan House opposite to Noronha's Corner
The food truck was ready to start business
Noronha's Corner
My bike parked near the truck.
On the way back to Calangute from Baha Beach road, I stopped at a roadside park to take a picture of Ronaldo's statue and also with ''I LOVE GOA'' with back-lit letters.
Ronaldo's statue at Baha Beach road
With " I love Goa '' sign in the distance.
A close up photo
Ending odometer reading 60,584 km. Total distance covered on day 2 = 287 km
I came back to the goSTOPSGoa backpackers hostel. Partha and Priyanka told that there was another biker who had arrived riding from Chennai.
Two bikes with Tamil Nadu registration in the parking lot.
I was then introduced to Chitra, the biker. She rode her KTM 200 all the way through Bengaluru, Gokarna and to Goa in 4 days. She told me that she worked as a manager and was taking a break before starting a new job. It was fun talking with her in Tamil just to attract the attention of the rest of the gang.
Chitra, the biker from Chennai ( Picture courtesy of Instagram)
Priyanka and Partha were trying to say a few words in Tamil in a funny way. There were giggles, smiles, and laughter while making fun of each others language. The chatting was going on and on in a potpourri of languages. Most of the guys were working online in the day time and partying at night, staying there for a few weeks to a month. As I was planning to start early in the morning to ride to Kulem, Goa for a visit to Dudhsagar waterfall, I excused myself and retired to bed around 10 pm.