Mehngi hui sharaab toh, toddy toddy piya karo

Got my first real taste of Karnataka the other day when we dusted an old bike, tanked up a brand new Bullet and hit the highway at 60 kmph. We were on a mission -- a toddy mission.
All plans of leaving Bangalore by around 6 am had to be abandoned as some of us in the group (mainly, yours truly) are not morning persons and had to drag themselves out of bed.
Some 45 km from Bangalore, the small town of Anekal takes you back in time by about 10 years. By the time we reached Anekal, it was afternoon already -- and we were running behind time.
It was quite an experience to move through fields and come upon a tentshack where the toddy man had kept his stuff in an earthen pot. He dished out the stuff in mugs -- not the ones you get in an upmarket bar, but the ones Indians use in toilets to wash their sorry asses after eating a whole lot of chilli and fried food through the day. The taste was odd -- drinking toddy in the afternoon is not a good idea as it gets fermented. It was a cross between buttermilk and beer, but it tasted okay. Half-a-mug was enough to make me lose sensation in my hands and legs and I was sort of flying all the way down to Pearl Valley.

A couple of beers at Pearl Valley (which, by the way, has a small stream where water drops fall like pearls) and we were all set for a hearty lunch. Saw a lot of monkeys (not just the simian kind, but also some right-wingers who were berating the V-Day culture).
All in all, it was a good day trip and I was riding a bike after a really long time so it was kinda nice (even though my ass gave up and even now I have to check once in a while if it's still on).