An eventful Goa trip just made me sit down on the laptop after along time & here I am with my first
2016 decided to give us a long weekend for Diwali, thank God and pray every year something like this happens. Well like everyone I also marked all the long weekends the moment the holiday list is circulated, actually just puts a smile immediately and makes the day for you. Wow Diwali you actually get 4 days to enjoy... now best is to plan a trip. The plan is just in my mind please mind it. Now it was July & I actually start asking my friend chalegi.. she is like yes all done. Trust me I remind her every week and she is like 'Arre it's here only'. I'm like OK I trust you on this, my first time there. It was start of October I was all happy for Durga puja, the vent which just makes all Bongs happy for some reason, I again ask her 'Babe tickets', She's like 'There's still a lot of time'. I somehow decide to check the travel options and realised we are stuck with the worst one, "BUS TRAVEL".
Now talking about a bus travel, the first fear is the one to pee at a dark shady dhaba which would be stinking. Don't drink enough water has to be the strategy. The next scare are our superb roads, I don't know what have we be doing since 1947, practically in the last 80 years we just forgot that one day we will need roads. So I shied away from the plan of travelling by road for 12 hours and told the lady that she should just take some reviews of places where we can go by train or maybe take my car.
It was a week to be Diwali and we have looked through all the portals for places near Mumbai. We practically chalked out all places. Almost there I thought but how is that even possible. It is the last day where we need a decision, at 10 pm we realise the places we decided were either not worth for 3 days to be spent or would need more torture than to reach Goa. That's when amidst laughter at 11 pm we pin Goa. We try our luck hard the next morning to get a train ticket, Tatkal, Premium Tatkal, Ladies quota, Second seating not a single option left, but we get is a ticket with a waitlist of 17 after some 6 hours. Once the tickets were booked lightning struck us, we were not at all prepared, I believe we were on the phone reminding each other what all had to be taken. We knew we were going, only thing was still not sure how. Cutting it short, our wishes were not granted and it was the dreaded bus journey. But like all smart people I trust on Google and checked for the route and tried to console myself saying it's a really good road.
All packed we start for the bus stop, looking at Diwali traffic we take the local. She was running late so just ducked on the ticket and asked me to get one. Once I reached the station I realised either its the train or the ticket, I opt for the train. So we started without tickets and we still managed most of other days the TC would be waiting right for us to greet with 'Ticket please'. Waiting for the bus turned out to be a torture and once we got onto the bus we were suddenly hungry and had no clue what to eat because our smartness superseded our common sense. Mumbai roads would not keep things simple ever and we started to crawl like a snail in the traffic. Well that was not the only problem the bus just halted for more than half an hour at Chembur and still the brain never suggested that we could buy food. The poor hungry people on their adventure to Goa it was. Like I said at the start why I hate bus travels, the third reason is availability of food. We just crossed the Mumbai circle and I felt the roads would pull out every thing from my stomach I ever had, I just wished Google just did some more research on Indian roads and ask our esteemed bus drivers which are the roads they prefer. It was that now we were going to Goa and the next morning as we jumped out of the bus, I could smell more adventure.
Keep reading for the rest of the adventures...
2016 decided to give us a long weekend for Diwali, thank God and pray every year something like this happens. Well like everyone I also marked all the long weekends the moment the holiday list is circulated, actually just puts a smile immediately and makes the day for you. Wow Diwali you actually get 4 days to enjoy... now best is to plan a trip. The plan is just in my mind please mind it. Now it was July & I actually start asking my friend chalegi.. she is like yes all done. Trust me I remind her every week and she is like 'Arre it's here only'. I'm like OK I trust you on this, my first time there. It was start of October I was all happy for Durga puja, the vent which just makes all Bongs happy for some reason, I again ask her 'Babe tickets', She's like 'There's still a lot of time'. I somehow decide to check the travel options and realised we are stuck with the worst one, "BUS TRAVEL".
Now talking about a bus travel, the first fear is the one to pee at a dark shady dhaba which would be stinking. Don't drink enough water has to be the strategy. The next scare are our superb roads, I don't know what have we be doing since 1947, practically in the last 80 years we just forgot that one day we will need roads. So I shied away from the plan of travelling by road for 12 hours and told the lady that she should just take some reviews of places where we can go by train or maybe take my car.
It was a week to be Diwali and we have looked through all the portals for places near Mumbai. We practically chalked out all places. Almost there I thought but how is that even possible. It is the last day where we need a decision, at 10 pm we realise the places we decided were either not worth for 3 days to be spent or would need more torture than to reach Goa. That's when amidst laughter at 11 pm we pin Goa. We try our luck hard the next morning to get a train ticket, Tatkal, Premium Tatkal, Ladies quota, Second seating not a single option left, but we get is a ticket with a waitlist of 17 after some 6 hours. Once the tickets were booked lightning struck us, we were not at all prepared, I believe we were on the phone reminding each other what all had to be taken. We knew we were going, only thing was still not sure how. Cutting it short, our wishes were not granted and it was the dreaded bus journey. But like all smart people I trust on Google and checked for the route and tried to console myself saying it's a really good road.
All packed we start for the bus stop, looking at Diwali traffic we take the local. She was running late so just ducked on the ticket and asked me to get one. Once I reached the station I realised either its the train or the ticket, I opt for the train. So we started without tickets and we still managed most of other days the TC would be waiting right for us to greet with 'Ticket please'. Waiting for the bus turned out to be a torture and once we got onto the bus we were suddenly hungry and had no clue what to eat because our smartness superseded our common sense. Mumbai roads would not keep things simple ever and we started to crawl like a snail in the traffic. Well that was not the only problem the bus just halted for more than half an hour at Chembur and still the brain never suggested that we could buy food. The poor hungry people on their adventure to Goa it was. Like I said at the start why I hate bus travels, the third reason is availability of food. We just crossed the Mumbai circle and I felt the roads would pull out every thing from my stomach I ever had, I just wished Google just did some more research on Indian roads and ask our esteemed bus drivers which are the roads they prefer. It was that now we were going to Goa and the next morning as we jumped out of the bus, I could smell more adventure.
Keep reading for the rest of the adventures...
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