Showing posts with label journey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journey. Show all posts
It's strange (always the case) how it seems ages waiting for a trip to start and how quickly the days pass once the journey starts. We are back from yet another trip. This time, a journey to North - Amritsar, Dalhousie, Dharamshala, McLeodganj and Rishikesh.

The Cast: Manish, Roopali, Gayatri, Faheem, Gaury, Nanu, Pedro and Me.


Let's Go! (7th Feb, 2010)

Nanu and I were desperately trying to cut the time till the train's scheduled departure (2230 hrs). We went to the hilltop near National Park and had a couple of cigarettes. We checked the time. It was 1800 hrs. Damn! We needed something more than cigarettes. Something that would last long, really long. And Ting Tong! Our brains lit up. BEERS! I called up Pedro and Amit to inform them about the plan: Beers at my place until we leave for North. The next three hours were spent with beers and chakhna, listening to music and watching Raat Gayi, Baat Gayi! (Fun movie, Don't miss).

Sachin and Rasika brought their car to drop us at the Borivali station. We met the rest of the gang at the Station and boarded the Golden Temple Express to begin our 30-hour journey to Amritsar. It was going to be exhausting, but we didn't let the moods swell by playing a lot of games like Antakshari, Dumb Charades, Uno, Mendi Coat and Black Queen. Pedro and Faheem discovered a chemistry building up between them during the game of Charades. They both have the same style of enacting movie names that only they both understand. We also played a memory game with country names where our very own Subodh, a.k.a. Nanu, emerged as the winner by remembering names of 27 countries in a specific order.

We also had unwanted visitors, like a Papaji and a woman with a kid, with whom we shared our seats for a while. They used the Express trains to commute to near
by places (a couple of stations away), since there are no local trains available. Papaji also helped us with a couple of songs during Antakshari.

Note: There are just three trains plying from Mumbai to Amritsar and all take more than 30 hours to reach Amritsar. Alternatively, you can catch an Express to Delhi (minimum 12-13 hours) and then catch a train from Delhi to Amritsar (minimum 7 hours).

After two long nights the train finally reached Amritsar in the morning of 9th Feb, 2010 at 0800 hrs.



Amritsar welcomes with Frauds

This is not our first experience with the North and we know that Delhi, Delhi NCR and Punjab are stuffed with muggers, robbers and frauds. So we were prepared to some extent, but we still fell short. We got accommodation at a Hotel named P.S. Nancy, just a 10-minute walk from the end of the station that is close to Gulbagh. The rooms were spacious, with a good view from the balcony and cheap. The Manager of the Hotel said that they served non-vegetarian food also, but later the same night turned away saying they didn't have chicken in stock. We had planned two places per day for our 2-day stay there. But the rental car dealer said that Amritsar is so small, you can cover all the points in one day. We went to Durgiana Temple and some other temples first. Only the girls were interested in checking out those temple, so the guys chilled out back in the car.

Then next was Jallianwala Bagh. We felt the depression as soon as we entered the Garden. As you walk around in the Jallianwala Bagh, you find boards that describe what happened at that spot.The bullet holes in the wall, the Martyr's well, the shattered windows, everything hit us so hard we did not even think of posing for a picture. These are some moments one would wish to erase from the history.


Just a few meters away from Jallianwala Bagh is the Harmandir Sahib, commonly known as the Golden Temple of Amritsar. It's a Sikh shrine that is surrounded by an man-made pond, whose water is believed to have healing powers. I have never seen such a clean premises at a religious place (esp. the Hindu temples, where you always find flower petals, milk, water, chunks of prasad scattered and smashed on the floor. The staff of the temple also seemed very helpful. The one thing I liked was that there was no frisking. We could carry cameras, cellphones and other electronic devices into the tem
ple. Though there are areas where photography is prohibited, they allow you to carry the cameras trusting you that you would not do any illicit activities. The only thing they keep in custody are your footwear. After a long time I have seen a religious place that stands to it's motive and does not incline towards business.


From here we headed towards one of the two main attractions of the trip. The Wagah Border! It was more fun and adveture than we expected it to be. The Wagah border directly opens into the city of Lahore, Pakistan, and we were just ten steps away from Pakistan. Never felt such a blood rush without doing anything. The two countries had opened the gates at this border to increase trade and transport and to improve relations between the two arch rivals. Every day the border witnesses a retreat ceremony (or the flag lowering ceremony), which is a compiled march by the army on both sides, who display an acme of aggression and passion towards their respective nations.

The ceremony begins with kids and girls (I don't know why not guys!) running with the tricolor till the gate and coming back. Roopali, Gayatri and Gaury too got a chance to run with the flag. I am sure it must have been an electrifying experience, which only they can describe. Then starts the music. And boy! They play the most pinching, brain racking songs like 'Suno Gaur Se Duniyawalon ... Sabse aage honge Hindustaani', 'Chak De India', etc. Right there! On more than a lakh watts speakers! At 10-feet distance from Pakistan! It's like 'In your face!'. And to this music our Indian girls and kids dance like crazy.


Finally the retreat ceremony starts. There is a flag of India in the Pakistan side of the border and a flag of Pakistan in the India side of the border. Both the flags need to be lowered at the time of sunset (between 1800hrs to 1830hrs). So the well-dressed army men (as tall as lamp posts) walk to towards the gate and perform a series of marching sequences. They then throw the ropes of the Flags at each other so that Indian soldier holds the rope to the flag of India and the same at Pakistan side. Then slowly the flags are lowered. The men walk back towards their respective countries while the gates close behind them. The crowd starts yelling, screaming and cheering their countries with the same spirit as of the army men. The day ends with with people going as close to the Indo-Pak gates and clicking pictures.

The Golden temple looks astonishing in the night and early morning, when the golden temple sparkles in the flood lights. So we woke up early next morning and paid a visit to the temple at 0430 hrs. The temple was peaceful and the only thing we could hear were the religious chantings. It seemed like a divine experience. We also witnessed the moving of the Guru (in a Paalkhi) from Akal Takhat Sahib to Harmandir Sahib, which happens every morning. People threw flowers at the Paalkhi, which were immediately removed from the floor by the temple staff so that they don't come under feet. I really liked the cleanliness there.


Note: Be extra cautious while hiring a car.
  1. Check if it's a tourist vehicle. Some road taxes are waived off for tourist vehicles, since they are already paid at the time of issuing permit.
  2. Don't go for young drivers. Old drivers are more experience and know all the tight corners. Plus they serve as a good guide. Young drivers are hot-headed and there are bright chances of getting into a quarrel as we did.
  3. Discuss the route in complete detail. They tell you one thing and do something else.
  4. Do not forget to mention whether you need a car with or without a carrier on top.

At night we all sat in front of the TV, when we got the bad news. Manali was facing a snow storm and around 20 people were killed. The roads to Manali were blocked for the next few days. Now what? We had Manali on our itinerary and were now thinking of options. The snowfall at Dalhousie had stopped and the roads would be open by the time we reached there the next day. So we switched to Dalhousie.

Note: Every night our routine activity was to pen down all the expenses made in the day. I have created a spreadsheet for this that helped us very much to divide the expenses and estimate the contributions to the last penny. You can use the same for your trips by downloading it from here.

The next morning we hired a car from an agent, but we forgot to mention we needed a car with carrier. So we had to look for another car to hire. We somehow managed to find another dealer and got a tourist vehicle from him. The driver's name was Bant Singh (a.k.a Santji), an old guy with a calm head. He did not argue on anything we said and stopped anywhere we wanted.

The drive
to Dalhousie that was supposed to begin at 1000 hrs in the morning finally started at 1430 hrs. ... continued in Part 2.

This story gives more meaning to my recently acquired name ... Crappy. It was in September 2008 during my visit to USA.

A word of caution, if you are a heart patient or can not stand disgusting stories, this one is not for you.

Here I was, standing at the boarding queue at Mumbai International Airport, excited to fly to the US for the first time. In fact it was the first time I was ever gonna be on a flight, so that doubled the excitement. The journey was going to be quite exhausting, 15 hours, and I had two stop overs, one at New York and the other one at Raleigh, before I reached my final destination, Atlanta.

I had already checked-in online and reserved a window seat for myself. I did not expect then that I would be accompanied by a stinky lady (gosh! if you are reading this, please start using a deodarant) and a fat ass man, who would block my way every time I had to go to pee and would make the already uncomfirtable situation even worse. I realized that the window seats are not advisable for frequent fliers who are also frequent 'pee'ers. I had a colleague, who was also flying along with me, but he was seated very far away.

The flight took off! A blood rushing experience. I loved the feel of gravity pulling me down tight on the seat while the plane tried to pull me up and higher. I had to constantly keep gulping air to avoid my ears from shutting down due to air pressure. Soon we were 1500 meters in the air and Mumbai was more visibly clear that from the ground, because from that height you cannot see the clouds of dust you find wherever you go in Mumbai. Moreover, since I was flying during the night, Mumbai seemed to be some kind of jewelry. It was awesome. The unexpected shakes in the plane due to the turbulences made the journey more adventurous.

By the way, did I tell you that Delta airlines have the oldest air hostesses in the world? So when you are traveling on Delta, push aside all your dreams and fantasies of meeting hot, well endowed blondes that ask you if you need any 'services'. Instead, think of all the nightmares where you are surrounded by grannies with loose, wrinkled, weary skin and yellow, chipped dentures. One more thing, if you ever happen to travel to the US, think twice before opting for a Delta flight coz they charge heavy on extra or overweight baggage, flat $150. Also, the food on Delta airlines is substandard. The lady next to me had ordered a veg meal and she was given some boiled vegetables and steamed rice. So I went for the non-veg meal. After all, how bad can you cook a chicken? It was at least eatable. I wanted to call for a glass of wine or whisky but since it was my first time, I didn't know that it is served for free. Damn!

Anyways, the first flight was for 10 hours and I spent around 6 hours watching movies (What happens in Vegas and The Bucket List, a must watch for movie lovers), a couple in a short naps, and another couple looking out of the window. In the mean time I also disturbed the people next to me three times while going for a pee. This one time the fat ass guy took so much time to get off his seat and make some way for me to pass by, had he took a second more I would have wet my pants.

But the story is not about all this crap. It is actually about the 'crap'. I always get a feeling of disgust when it comes to using the public toilets. I advoid using public toilets as much as I can. For peeing it is ok, but when it comes to taking a crap, I would rather prefer it to be a cleaner place. Don't know how many asses sat on this toilet. I don't mean that toilets in planes are not clean, but since it was my first time, I wasn't comfirtable. Also, I tried to fit myself in the 2x2 feet toilet of the plane, but couldn't. So I had to hold on to the pressure.

In the morning, as the flight took the descent for landing, my crappy pressure was on the ascent. It felt like the increasing gravity was actually trying to pull it out of my ass. I had to fight the war of my life to hold it back in and avoid any embarrassment. The flight landed with a thud. While everyone was cursing the pilot for a bad landing, I was thanking him form the bottom of my heart, coz the jerk had pushed the shit a bit inside, buying me some time to clear the security checks and find a toilet. However, I realized that this was a punishment for something I did in the past life (may be I kicked someone's ass so hard that he couldn't shit again). We (me and my colleague) just had 40 minutes stop over time and people who had already been there said that we would definitely miss our next flight. So if I had to crap, it would be after boarding my next flight, to Raleigh.

We cleared the security checks just 5 minutes ahead of time to reach the boarding lane for our flight, where we discovered that some other flight was being boarded and the boarding for our flight would start after 20 mins. Great! So I have time to relax my butt. I gave the custody of my baggage to my colleague and ran to the closest toilet I could find. Thuddddd!!!! Zippppp!!!! Phhhhhrrrrr!!!!! Wuuuuhhooooowwww!!!! I was as relaxed as a mother after giving birth to a baby. Thank you dear god for delaying the flight!

As I was sitting in the stinky vapors, my colleague ran in to the restroom area and started yelling out my name from outside. I was so embarrassed. Damn! Now everyone would know that it was me who was exploding fire crackers in the toilet. But who else knows me here, other than my colleague? So I yelled back "Kya Hua Be?". He replied, "Abbey, our flight has started boarding, you better be quick". I was done with the main act and was already proceeding towards the concluding act, so I thought I would manage to make it on time and said "Ok. Coming in two minutes".

The concluding act after a crap, for Indians at least, means washing your ass clean with water. But the Americans save water where you actually need it. They just wipe off their asses. It was similar to what Alanis Morisette sung in the song Ironic: "It's thousand spoons when all you need is a knife". In this case for me it was: "It's thousand toilet rolls when all you need is a jet". It was my first experience of cleaning up the mess with a sheet of paper and no water. No matter how well you clean it with a paper, it always gives you a feeling of "something is still there" and that gave me goose bumps throughout my journey till the hotel.

I zipped up my pants, washed my hands and ran towards the boarding queue. We handed our boarding passes to the attendant and he said the three golden words that kept ringing in my ears for the next 5 minutes ... "Flight took off!". Apparently, the flight had finished boarding and taken off. They had started boarding the next flight. That bloody attendant had told me the flight will not board until next 20 minutes and the flight had already finished boarding and taken off in just 15 minutes. I looked at my colleague. He was so pissed off at me as we had missed our flight coz I was in the toilet taking a crap. But he couldn't say a word to me as he was a junior to me and this was our first project together.

I did not know what to do next. Will they put us on some other flight? Do we need to pay for that flight? Or are we stuck at the New York Airport? I imagined myself like Tom Hanks from the Terminal spending the next few months at the airport. I asked the attendant what to do and he guided me to the service desk. Behind the desk was a lady holding her head and cursing the headache. I thought this would be the worst time to speak to her, but I had no choice. "Excuse Me, we have missed our flight to Raleigh. Our luggage is on the flight. What should we do?" I asked. She came back with the million dollar question, "Why did you miss the flight?" It was so embarrasing for me that the next words took ages to come out of my mouth, just like Atal Bihari Vajpayee, "Be...cause ... because I ... I ... was in the ... the restroom". She flared her nose and pushed her eyebrows up to her forehead with surprise ... No, with shock. I am sure I was the first person to miss a flight over a crap. She did not say a word for the next 10 seconds, but then she realized she needs to speak something here, "Ehhh! Ok! Hang on!". Thank god she didn't ask anything further.

She checked the flight schedule and said "There is a flight at 4PM for Atlanta, but you will have to wait in the Airport premises until then." It was 9AM at that time and spending 7 hours at the ariport did not seem viable to us. "Is there any other way?" I asked. She checked again and said, "There is another flight from Laguardia Airport, which will leave at 10.15PM. But for that you need to catch a cab and be there before 9:40AM. It is 40 minutes in a cab from here. That is not possible, plus you have to pay $80 for the cab". So we had to go for the 4PM flight. We both agreed on the 4PM flight and asked the lady to check us in. The next thing was a surprise.

She keyed in our names for the 4PM flight, when she noticed that the attendant at the boarding queue had already checked us in for the flight from Laguardia to Atlanta. This was a mistake from the airport crew, they boarded us in a flight without asking us for our preference. I didn't think of it as a mistake, but the lady herself admitted it. She wrote a traveller's check of $80, gave it to me and said, "There would be a cab named Roskstar waiting for you outside the airport. Give this to the cab driver. He'll take to Laguardia airport for your next flight". This journey was really turning out to be rocking. I was amazed with the quality, speed and the level of services being provided by the airport authorities. God bless America!

We took the cab, reached just in time at the Laguardia airport and boarded on to our flight to Atlanta. it was a 2 hour journey, which passed by smoothly looking at the chick across the aisle; tall, slim, cute looks, mini-skirt, perfect bust ... Man! She was Grrrrrrreeeeeaaaatttt!

We reached the Atlanta Airport and started looking for our baggage. We learned from the service desk that the flight from Raleigh to Atlanta had already landed and our baggage would be on aisle number 6. We could not find our baggage on aisle 6 or any other aisle and feared that our baggae was misplaced. We went to the baggage counter and showed them the baggage numbers stuck on our boarding passes. She went into a room and brought out the baggage which was safely placed in a corner after no one claimed for it for half an hour. Again I was very impressed with the organized work.

I was happy that everything ended well. Otherwise I would have had to face a lot of embarrassments from my colleague, the airport authorities and most importantly, my managers, and that too, all over a crap!