My first ever trip to Thailand transpired in a way that I never would have expected it to. Given all the planning I’ve done with so many friends in the last few years about visiting the most talked about holiday destination on the planet, the last thing I would have imagined would have been making this trip on my own! I actually do quite a few things on my own; checking out new restaurants, watching movies and plays – and although I may not enjoy the solitude so much, I tend to reason with it because I’ve never really met another person who has as much an appetite for these things as I do. So I go right ahead and do things on my own. But a holiday? On my own? This was a thought I’ve never fathomed. How does one do a holiday on your own? Isn’t going on a vacation all about sharing experiences and having stories to talk and laugh about years after the trip is over? This is what I always thought too, until the Thailand trip..
Well, to start things off, going on a Bangkok – Pattaya – Kuala Lumpur trip was obviously never on the cards, but after a visa issue with my friend Joban who was supposed to come with me, I had no option but to go on the trip on my own, lest I also lose the 8G’s I spent on all the ticket bookings that had been made! It only made practical sense for me to carry on with the trip, although I did not like the idea one bit. I almost went back through immigration actually, especially with the officer there breathing down my neck standing in between Joban and me saying, ‘Choose which way you want to go, and go right now’.
So once I made my decision, I tried to recollect my thoughts and start mentally preparing to do this on my own. There were a bunch of things I had to ensure before getting on the flight – exchanging currency, charging my phone, reading the Lonely Planet! Thank God I had Joban’s copy of the Bangkok Lonely Planet in my bag! At least I could go to Bangkok a bit prepared now. But thing was, I had already done plenty of research about Bangkok. My initial international trip was actually set to be in Bangkok instead of Singapore, so I had read up quite a bit about the place that time itself. And now I had the Lonely Planet also – a very good book I must say! It’s the first time I’ve ever read one of those! It took up most of my time during the Tiger Airways flight from Singapore to Bangkok, and thankfully so, because the flight was supremely boring with the most boring air hostesses, wearing the most boring uniforms and serving the most boring of menus! To top it all, the plane actually made a U-turn after reaching the runway coz the captain came across a technical glitch. That took about an hour to fix and I finally landed in Bangkok at 9:30p.m. Thanks to the time difference, it was only 8:30p.m in Bangkok and I had a bit of time to scout around for a place to spend the night.
I got my visa on arrival – the procedure pleasantly a bit more scrutinizing than the one in Indonesia, and made my way to the airport bus that was en route to Khaosan road. This was a place I had read about being the Bagpackers haven of Bangkok. Apparently one could find cheap lodging, cheap food and tons of cheap shopping here. When I reached the place, I was suddenly reminded of Goa’a Anjana Beach on New Years. This too was an entire stretch of a road filled with fancily named pubs (Gullivers Travelers Pub and then Gullivers Travelers 2!!), hundreds of hawkers selling everything from strange food to clothes, to music cd’s, to even condoms! There was a swarm of tourists moving all over the place, and local businessmen either themselves or with the assistance of pretty Thai women luring the tourists into their shops. It was an awesome sight. I had to cut through the crowd briskly as my first priority was the find a place. Once I had that covered, my second priority was to get me a beer!
The place that I took up was just off Khaosan road, and cost me 250 Baht for a room with a double bed, a fan and a single light bulb. The loo was outside and common to everyone on the floor. It was a nice clean place though, especially the loo, so I just took the place and didn’t want to waste too much time scouting for a place to stay as I was pretty sure all the other places would also look something like this and Lonely Planet had quoted something in the range of 200-250 being the lowest one can go to at Khaosan. So after I got rid of my bag, I went out armed with only my camera and wallet, trotted into a 7/11 to get beer at the best price it can be offered and then went out checking out the entire street. I walked around with my can of beer and noticed that I wasn’t getting as much importance as the firings from the local businessmen. Two reasons – one, I was alone, two, I was Indian. I should normally take offense to the latter argument, but it was only after spending a few days here that I realized why we don’t get much importance. Its not because we are cheap, (although we might be that also, but frankly, some of the firings I came across are far cheaper), but because there is not much difference between the Thai culture and the Indian one. These guys have tuk-tuk’s similar to our autos, have a currency very similar in value to ours (even the pronunciation of Baht is somewhat like Bucks!) and even listen to Hindi songs (I heard Rehman’s music blaring from so many music stores and bars). Moreover there are so many Tamilians in Malaysia. I’ve seen many more here than Sinapore. So it was all these reasons put together that they don’t treat an Indian in Bangkok like a tourist. We are pretty much like them itself!
Anyway, after drinking a few cans of beer and having an original Phad Thai dish from a road side vendor, I decided to call it a day. Planned on waking up early next morning and visiting the temples around. The Phad Thai dish that I had may not have been as good as the one in India in Value for Money terms, but it had a taste to seriously die for. My mouth is almost watering imagining the taste of that dish even now! But one big problem with buying street food, and this must be taken note of, is that these people tell you one cost when you ask them, and then charge you a higher price once they give you the dish. They’ll point to some sauces on the cart saying that all that caused the excess price. This was one extremely irritating thing I found in Bangkok. It happened while buying this Phad Thai dish that was supposed to cost 40 Baht, but the lady took 60 when I finally paid for it. She did the usual pointing to the sauce bottles when I asked about it, and anyway I was too happy with the ambience and the beer to argue and left it at that. But I noticed it every time I bought something and even noticed the same thing happen to other tourists also. This is really a very irritating thing. They might as well tell you the actually price or at least tell you that the sauce will cost extra (if that really is the case that is) rather than fool around this way! So this is one thing that needs to be handled very cautiously when in Bangkok. Give the money upfront itself and say you will not pay any more!
I woke up at 6:00 a.m the next day and noticed there was no plug point in my room to charge my camera and phone. So I had to go downstairs and worked on the net till these things got charged and left out Temple-visiting.
I first went to a small temple called Wat Sam-something after a Tuk-Tuk guy took me there saying the Wat Phra Keow, the actual temple I wanted to visit and the biggest in Bangkok, was closed. It was after we reached there that I got to know his hidden agenda. This place had a ferry terminal and the boat guy (connected to the Tuk-Tuk guy) wanted to take me on a boat tour for 1600 Baht! I almost broke out laughing when he said that. So I simply paid the Tuk-Tuk guy for bringing me till there and just moved on. Went to the Wat Sam place and then walked to Wat Phra Keow. This was one real big temple, and shared borders with the Grand Palace of Bangkok. Together, they were pretty much the Taj Mahal of Thailand. With hundreds of visitors thronging the place on a Thursday morning! Of course, the place is not even a fraction as beautiful as the Taj Mahal, but still a very good sight and so much better than Singapore which seems to be a place that doesn’t have any culture at all. They just came up with the whole Merlion thing to have something at least in the entire city-country that tourists can visit and have some connection to the history of the place. Apart from the Merlion, Singapore has nothing more than well designed buildings! Quite sad really, and Bangkok was so much more impressive that way. So after the sight seeing, I walked to the next temple – Wat Pho, where the largest lying Buddha statue was located. En route here, I went past a number of road-side stalls and the stuff available there was at throw-away prices. I was really stunned to see things like slippers for 40 Baht and nice souvenirs for 20. So I picked up quite a few things here – the best buy coming from a Café that I only went in to charge my camera. It was called Navy Wives Association Café and I picked up some Jeep apparel and a radical looking pouch to sling around my neck and hold things like my camera and stuff. Was so glad I went in there!
Wat Pho was also pretty impressive, and after that, I walked to the ferry terminus and took a ferry to Wat Arun, the third temple I wanted to visit. This one was across the river and you had to take the ferry. By the time I visited this temple also, I was pretty tired of temples. It was anyway the last one on my list, and after that, I carried on in the ferry till an interchange to the Skytrain, which I took all the way till Ekemai station, which was now on the other end of Bangkok – the eastern end (Khaosan making up the western end bordering the river). The trip from the west to east of Bangkok was a trip in changing times as well. While the western region was all old Bangkok with ferries for transport and temples to visit, the eastern region had fancy Skytrains and tall skyscrapers!
From Ekemai, I was to go to Pattaya by bus. Gobbled a satay before entering the bus – my only meal of the day (a milk shake was the only other thing I had at the café earlier) and slept peacefully during the 1.5 hour bus journey. Pattaya was a place I had read nothing about, so was pretty lost when I got off the bus. But thankfully there was a tourist assistant right outside guiding people to the tourist information centre nearby, from where I got a map a enough information about Pattaya to start off. Took a minivan to a place called Walking Street – supposed to be the Khaosan of Pattaya, and once again took up the first guesthouse I came across. Of course, I wasn’t as hasty as I was as compared to the previous day and decided on doing a bit of market survey, but none of the other places where available – at least not for a single day. I was wondering how many days people end up spending Pattaya!
This place was a treat compared to where I had stayed the previous night. This one was an a/c double bed room, with TV, a complete wash room with towels and even a fridge with complementary bottles of water. I was set! Of course, it cost 650 Baht, but still fairly reasonable..
I changed, charged the camera (once again!), put it in my brand new radical pouch and headed out to check out Pattaya. The beach of Pattaya was pretty shocking actually. I mean, the beach had the usual water sports – parasailing and water-scooters, but it was off the beach that was pretty shocking – prostitutes all over the place!
I did the usual of buying a Singha beer and sitting along the beach watching the sunset, but the whores all over the place was pretty depressing. And I really mean that, coz they look terrible! Anyway, I walked back to Walking Street and decided on hitting some pubs. Now this was my second cultural shock for the day. These places were like any other pubs, even with happy hours and stuff and reasonably priced alcohol. But including all of this, were dancing girls on poles! It was my first ever trip to a strip club and I was beginning to get a feeling like I’ve finally grown up now! Of course, I do feel a little too old to be enjoying this completely. Maybe more so because of the lack of company, but I still pub-hopped and checked out quite a few places until one particular point when I was walking down a road and the bright street lights began falling behind me and I suddenly realized I was actually lost, and was pretty tipsy too to be dealing with this now. So I took out my room keys to see if there was a name of a place on it, so that I can ask around. But there was nothing on it. So I just asked some people to point me back to Walking Street and tried to figure my out from there. After walking around quite a bit, I was finally on recognizable turf. It was nearing midnight by this time and I once again realized I hadn’t had any food. So grabbed a burger and went straight to bed.
Next day I checked out early again and decided to see if I can do some shopping in Pattaya. Picked up quite a few thing that I intended on gifting people, then had breakfast at KFC. Ya, I was same old KFC, but then I had a Pattaya special Shrimp Burger! Then took a motosai to the bus stand and was on a bus back to Bankok.
Once I got to Bangkok, I took the skytrain from Ekemai and reached a place called Asoke. From here I walked to the Times Square of Bangkok. It was a mall, and a very expensive one at that. So didn’t really do much, apart from grabbing lunch from a Korean restaurant close to that. Then I continued on the Skytrain to Siam central and went to a mall there called Siam Paragan. Now this was supposed to be one of the best malls of Bankok, and it was by far one of the best malls I’ve seen. Each of the restaurants in this mall had a special theme of its own. While one had glass separations between tables with bamboo shoots in them, another was floating on a man-made canal inside the mall itself. The whole thing was really fabulous. There was even an Ocean World at the basement a la Sentosa aquarium and the whole place seemed to have been specially made for the upper crust of Bangkok or the tourists visiting, coz things here were pretty expensive! I anyway purchased a couple of really nice things I came across, and by this time, my bag was beginning to get really heavy. I also had no place to stay for the night, and was started to feel something of a vagabond – just pacing about the place, not having a plan for the night.. anyway, I was getting a bit tired and realized I have covered all the places in Bangkok that I wanted to – Khaosan, Siam central, Times Square, Siam Paragaon, and of course all those temples and malls and little eateries. So, with a lack of a better plan, and an aching need to rest my shoulders from the bags heavy weight, I decided to chill out in the a/c hall of a theatre! And caught up with my favourite pastime of movie watching! I watched Valkyrie at the Cineplex of Siam Paragon and totally loved the movie – as always!
Then I decided to finally figure out my sleeping arrangements for the night, and had to do it at a place that was close to a bus stop, coz I had to take an early morning bus and reach the airport by 8:00 a.m for a flight to KL. I had initially planned on spending the night at a hotel or guesthouse in Siam itself, but the moment I came out of Siam Paragon, the noise in the city was almost scary to say the least. It was like landing in the middle of Hill road of Bombay on a Friday evening when half the population is out chilling (or whatever they might call it, coz it actually seems harder than sitting in office and working!). The people of Bangkok to were out on the Friday evening and Siam central and areas around Siam Paragon were the obvious hotspots. I really didn’t want to deal with the crowd and decided to just head back to Khaosan road where I stayed on the day I landed. I even knew the bus stop that was close to Khaosan from where I would get a bus straight to the airport. But now, the thing to figure was the way to get to Khaosan. I could have done the Skytrain+Ferry thing I did when I initially left Khaoson and went to Ekemai, but then I wasn’t sure if the ferry would be operating this late. So to be on the safer side, I took a Tuk-Tuk. Bargained it down to a decent price and was on my way. The Tuk-Tuk driver couldn’t speak much English, but was very friendly. We shared a cigarette and he even took me to the tourist information centre at Siam just to check if there was a room I could get in Siam itself rather than go all the way back to Khaosan. When I did enquire, I got to know that rooms would be available, but there is no bus stop close by to get me to the airport that early. So I just had to go to Khaosan. Bun, the driver then took me to Khaosan, but not before stopping at a shop and pleading me to go in and spend 10 minutes. He was even honest enough to say that he would get a coupon if I do that, and coupons give him fuel! So I decided to be nice and just hop into one store. This actually turned out to be a good experience, coz I met Raj, a Hindi speaking Nepali at the store here. Was pretty good fun talking Hindi with him. It certainly feels nice to talk to someone in a place where people hardly speak your language – and I’m including English as well here. People in Thailand hardly speak English. The only conversations I ever had in the entire trip was with the folks at the tourist information centers. With everyone else, it was sign language or the kind of broken English I managed with Bun!
Anyway, after this store, Bun tried talking me into entering another store so that he could get another coupon, but I refused this time. It was pretty late and I was getting a bit tense about finding a place in Khaosan. I did manage to find a place there the other day, but that was on a Wednesday. But this was a Friday now, and things could be different.
I reached Khaosan and went to the same guesthouse I stayed previously, but as feared, this place was full. Then there was this deaf-dumb lady there who said she would take me to another place. This was the first time I was using sign language with a person who really could understand only that! So she took me one place, then another, then another, and all of them were full. I was really beginning to get worked up now. Finally managed to find a place almost at the heart of Khaosan road, and that too for only 180 Baht! I was really thankful to the impaired lady who helped me and gave her 10 Baht. I wasn’t sure of the whole tipping thing, coz its actually not practices in south-east Asian countries, although Thailand, being a very tourist place and having enough experience with other cultures, were actually quite aware of the culture of tipping!
Anyway, I once again did the usual of dropping my luggage and going out and having some beer. This time, I went to a very fancy looking hotel called Ethos, which I came across in one of the by-lanes while scouting for a room. It was going to be my last meal in Thailand and I wanted to make the most of it. So I went there, and realized it was actually an all veg place! But anyway, since I had sat down, I ordered a Thai green curry – again something I’ve had and really liked in India. This was once again quite different from the Indian version, and the dish almost looked like it was trying to prove a point against its non-vegetarian counterparts. Coz the dish had more vegetables on one plate than I had ever seen before. It was as if to say that ‘look, there are enough plants on this planet that we can all eat – stop killing animals now!’ I did enjoy the meal, but I must admit, I would have probably enjoyed the meal more with some chicken or shrimp sticking out of it!
Well, after that nice meal, I hit the bed, took the 7:00 a.m bus to the airport and left to KL on an Air Asia flight. This flight was so much better than the Tiger Airways I had flown earlier. I also decided to order a good Thai dish on the flight coz I realized that although I experimented a lot in Bangkok and Pattaya, most of the dishes like the Phad Thai, the Satay, the Green Curry and even the burgers had not entirely satiated me. So I ordered something called the Nasi Lemuk, something I had tried out in Singapore also and actually enjoyed, and boy, this was the icing on the cake for me. It was by far the best meal I had during the Thailand visit, and to think I was having it on the plane while leaving Thailand! The meal was real killer though, I completely enjoyed it..
After landing in KL, I booked a bus to main KL and picked up a map to study on the way. I didn’t have a clue about KL expect for the KL tower and the Petronas. I hadn’t done any research at all on this place, so this map was all I had. I studied the entire pamphlet end to end during the journey, and by the time I got off, I once again had a clear cut plan as to how to go about the day, the same way I did when I got off at Bangkok. And once again, I completely stuck to the plan – both time and money well managed to the last critical unit. I was beginning to be quite the efficient lone traveler!
Actually, during my stay in Pattaya, I was studying the people around, and I realized that the breed of people that I belonged to was actually not so rare. I could segment the entire population into ‘horny group of guys’, which clearly made the largest segment, ‘families’, ya, even I was wondering what families were really doing in a place like Pattaya, and then ‘loners’ like myself. ‘loners’ could further be divided into ‘photograph loners’ and ‘horny loners’. The ‘horny loners’ I found the next day to be hanging around with a hooker. The ‘photograph loners’ like myself, were either found taking more photographs, or shopping around, or sometimes, sipping on a can of beer!
So while actually looking at all these people, I realized that the ‘loners’ segment was actually fairly comprehendible in size. And in a group of ‘loners’, you cannot really be alone – right! Anyway, long story short, guess I was just justifying my solitary presence there, which had become ridiculously funny at one point in KL where this friendly tamilian passer-by who I started a conversation with, couldn’t understand why for crying out loud that I was touring Bangkok and KL on my own!
Anyway, KL was a pretty short trip. I had landed at 1:00 p.m and had a bus out of there at midnight. In the 11 hours I had to myself, I explored nearly the entire city – and most of it by foot actually! The only really irritating part was the moment I reached KL central. My first priority was to book a bus back to Singapore and almost no one was willing to help me out. Not only were people unable to talk English, but they were also being extremely unfriendly. It was such a change after having just visited probably the most friendly place I have ever been to in Bangkok. After quite a bit of asking around and tagging along my heavy bag, I finally found a Sion kind of place with umpteen travel agents selling tickets to Singapore. There was this one lady who got hold of me and was really hard-selling the ticket. I actually wanted to ask around and get an idea of the rates. But then, Karan, a friend of mine who had only recently visited KL said it would be around 40 Ringit and that was the rate I was getting from her anyway. And the bus she pointed out also seemed comfortable. So I just decided to take it as I already had a tough enough time finding this place with all the crass people I came across.
So I bought the ticket and then walked to the Time Square of KL. This was a really nice mall. I headed straight to the food court to satisfy my hunger before I began browsing along the stores, and had a delicious plat of pepper chicken claypot. After the meal, I started looking around, and there was this remote control helicopter I saw on sale that I so badly wanted to pick up. I remember every since I was a kid I wanted a remote control car and the only thing my parents could find for me was a car attached to a joystick by a wire! They tried convincing me that this was the ‘real’ remote control car, and I remember breaking the dam thing in a few days – just like I did with all my other toys. And maybe that’s why my parents never bought me nice toys. But anyway, I never had a remote control toy all my life and now there was this helicopter that could do all sorts of fancy things! But it was a little too expensive and I was on a very tight budget. So I fought the urge really hard and walked out of the place. Then took the monorail to the Petronas, and spent quite a bit of time staring all the architectural marvel. This place was really huge!! Took a couple of photos, walked to KLCC, took more photos, walked to Bintang walk, shopped a bit here and when I planned to head to KL tower, it began pouring cats and dogs. Even the concert that was happening on the road right on Bintang walk was called off. I didn’t have much of choice than to wait and had a beer from a nearby restaurant called u-café. This was one purchase that I really regret making the entire trip. I had one corona beer and it cost me nearly 500 bucks. That was half the cash I could have got the awesome remote control helicopter with!
Disgusted with myself, I left the place, took the monorail to KL tower and realized I was short of money to enter the observation tower (thanks to the corona beer). I also had only half an hour to check the place as they were closing. Thankfully, there was a money changer just outside the tower and changed my Sing-Dollars and entered the Observation tower. The sight from there was really awesome. I made the best use of my half hour there clicking a lot of snaps and staring into the horizon, feeling nice and happy with myself over this entire trip. The view from the top of the KL tower was really a nice way to end this one of a kind vacation of mine!
On my way back to the bus station, I realized I was both physically and psychologically weak. Physically because of the super heavy bag I have been tugging along all the way, which had only been becoming heavier with every day spent since I left Singapore. And psychologically because this was the longest I probably had to put up with my own company!
As much as I actually loved this trip, I couldn’t wait to get back to Singapore – rest my aching back and meet up with my friends again..
Indonesia was a country I wanted to visit purely because of its close proximity to Singapore. Considering I had 5 weekends free in Singapore during my International stint there, it only made sense to make a visit, especially when it was a country that encouraged visa on arrival. Apart from that, I’m not at all sure what Indonesia has to offer, especially given my geographical challenges!
So Joban, my trainee friend with me in Singapore, and I did some research and figured there were 2 islands of Indonesia really close to Singapore – Batam and Bintan, both a 1 hour ferry ride away. On further research, we figured Batam was not really a place you would want to go if you wanted a ‘clean’ trip. So we chose Bintan and reached a place called Tanjun Pinang, the capital of Bitnan, from our apartment in UE Square in this way:
UE Square ->(Bus)-> Bugis ->(MRT)-> Tana Merah ->(Bus)-> Singapore Ferry Terminal ->(Ferry)-> Tanjung Pinang
Now the ferry terminal in Singapore took our breath away. I know we should stop getting surprised with seeing stuff in Singapore so neat and always well organized, especially after spending 2 weeks here and going out and checking out different parts of Singapore on every single day of my stay here, but still the ferry terminal was something to see! It was nothing short of a decent airport terminal of India. Things were supremely well organized, and the two of us had an image of a small little ferry junction a la India! It was because of that notion that we reached the terminal just 10 minutes before our ferry departure and realized that we were too late to make it. The boarding for a ferry closes 45 minutes before departure!! So we missed our 8:50 a.m ferry and had to take the next one at 11:10. Not having any other option, we got our documents in order and made it through the check-in counter and waited for our ride. When it was finally time to leave, we hurried through the long air bridge to make sure we got seats on the open upper deck of the ferry, because we had read that the view on the ferry ride from Singapore to Bintan was a treat in itself and we should definitely not be sitting in the comfort of the a/c inside the boat. When we made it to the upper deck, we realized that people sitting there only did so to be able to smoke, not to check out any picturesque surroundings along the way! The air was pretty suffocating for both of us, until we started moving, thereafter the sea winds not only blew the smoke cloud away, but also had this pleasant breeze to it that made us feel really sleepy. More so because we had gone clubbing the previous night to Zouk, one of the more happening clubs of Singapore, where I ended up mixing many different drinks and only managed 2 hours of sleep after getting back – all together adding to a completely non conducive environment to staying awake on the boat ride! So I grabbed 40 winks before reaching Tanjung Pinang.
The moment we got out of the ferry after it anchored and got our first glimpse of Indonesia, we just couldn’t help but think of our own country. I don’t think I need to explain further, but I can just say that this was the kind of ferry terminal that we always had in mind! Well, we get off and go to the visa on arrival counter and the place was nothing more than a kiosk of an Indian train station selling platform tickets! It was almost ludicrous the way we got our visas. We were wondering if they even checked our passports properly or looked at our faces while handing them back. It was that easy – give passport, stick visa, get passport back!
Anyway, we just took our passports and started moving, and there were a bunch of touts waiting right outside the counter itself! We hadn’t even walked out of the terminal and these guys began their usual rounds of soliciting business from us – ‘taxi sir’, ‘hotel sir’, ‘girl sir’, yada yada yada. Having already read about this bound to happen, and moreover being from a country that specialized in creating touts, we only knew better than to just quietly make our way out and politely ignore everyone around. But there was this one guy who just didn’t let go of us. We had to go and book our return ferry for the next day and were hunting for the place, and this guy kept following us and talking to us. He proved a little useful because he took us to the ferry booking counter and also translated to the people there in Bahasa that we wanted to travel by the 2:00 p.m ferry the next day, but he was being a real pain. Joban anyway tried bargaining with him and bringing down the cab fare from 150,000 Rupiah which was actually the rate quoted on wikitravels, but it had clearly said that this was over-quoted and we should try and bring it down. So while Joban kept talking to him, I went and exchanged currency and got 788000000 Rupiah in exchange for 100 Singapore Dollars. Yup, the number of zeroes in the Rupiah currency is really perplexing, but it is because they don’t have a smaller unit like cents in the case of Dollars and paise in the case of Rupees. They only have a single currency Rupiah, and it work something like 1000 Rupiah is 5 Indian Rupees! The smallest currency in the Rupiah denomination is 100 Rupiah and that is equal to 20 paise.
Anyway, so I got the money exchanged, but Joban was still negotiating with the tout and I was getting flustered because we had done with our work in Tanjung Pinang and I just wanted to reach our destination on Bintan island, a place called Trikora beach, as soon as possible. But Joban continued his tactics, and ditched the guy saying he was too expensive and started walking ahead, knowing only too well that he will come back with a lower figure once Joban started talking to another cab driver. And the guy actually did, he came back with 120,000 Rupiah. But the thing was, this new guy that we spoke to was a real dullard. He quoted 100,000 Rupiah to Joban and Joban replied with 80,000 Rupiah and the guy agreed! So we just decided to go with that guy, but the first guy began getting really furious by this time. So much that he was harassing the new cabbie big time and then started asking money from us for all his “services” – which included bugging us since the moment we landed and then using his broken English to translate a few things for us. He was demanding 10,000 Rupiah. Now I wasn’t very sure what the worth of 10,000 Rupiah was, but considering we had a 40km ride now negotiated for 80,000 Rupiah, there was no way we were gonna pay this guy 10,000 Rupiah for spending 20 minutes unwarrantedly with us. But just to get rid of him, I gave him 5,000 Rupiah and this guy looks at the note, grabs it from me, tears it and throws it back. I reacted saying ‘what the hell?’and he says ‘fuck you’. I told him ‘fuck you too’. He then started saying something’s in Bahasa to both us and the cabbie, but we decided to ignore him and just get on with our way because we had barely spent half an hour in Indonesia and really didn’t want to get into some fight with the locals already! So we left the scene and the last thing our irate tout tells us is ‘you’re going to Trikora beach right? I’ll see you there’. He didn’t stop with that. Even after we began moving, he kept following us and continuing to threaten our driver. This was beginning to be a real mess! But thankfully, once we hit the highway, our man left us alone. I kept trying to figure out the worth of 5,000 Rupiah. I knew it was 25 Indian Rupees, and that is a good sum to pay someone for simply leaving us alone. It was definitely not so small an amount to throw attitude that way. The worth of 5,000 Rupiah totally confirmed itself when we stopped to refuel at a petrol junction. 1 litre of fuel was only 4,500 Rupiah. So basically I had given that sod enough money to get him 1 full litre of fuel and he still had the cheek to tear the note. After that, I wasn’t bothered at all. Joban was totally enjoying it saying ‘let him come, we’ll see’. Anyway, we had a nice long journey to Trikora beach and intended to find ourselves a room in a place called Shady Shack or Susi’s, which were 2 popular resorts on this beach.
We kept traveling and traveling and came across a bunch of places like Bintan Resorts and BitanAgroBeach, which all looked really neat, but no sign of our Shady Shack anywhere. We asked a lot of locals, but none of these guys, including our new cabbie could manage even a single word of English. I remember trying to ask our cabbie’s name and he just couldn’t understand what the word ‘name’ meant. I had to point to myself and say ‘Sandeep’ and then point to him for him to figure it out and he blurted ‘Salim’. It was that crazy here! So we kept searching and finally at one particular place while we were enquiring, I remembered reading on the net that the place was run by a nice Mr. Lobo. So I just asked these guys if they knew Lobo and suddenly they all lit up and went in chorus, “oh, Loboooooo”. It was so cute, I also went, “ya, Lobooooo” along with them. So, apparently Lobo here was more famous than the place he runs and we found our way there. And true to its name, Shady Shack was really Shady, because you can barely spot the resort from the main road!
So we entered the resort and landed at Susi’s first. We spoke to the owner there, Sularto, who told us that Lobo and he are friends and share the same portion of the beach and we can even stay here itself. We had actually read about Susi’s too on the net and knew it wasn’t very different from Shady Shack. So we decided to check out the place and a non a/c room, right on the banks of the beach was available for S$20. We brought it down to S$17 and took the place. We also asked Sularto to prepare some lunch and ordered one chicken meal and one fish meal. He said it would take an hour, so we decided to go for a walk along the beach. It was a really awesome beach; the sand was white and water was different shades of green and blue. I wouldn’t know turquoise from mauve, but I’m guessing it was all of that. We took a nice long walk, taking photos along the way, and noticed that there were a decent bunch of foreigners here. A few of them we even observed were on our very same boat in the morning! That was really nice to see and we hoped to get talking with them sometime during the day. But after lunch, we realized we were so tired that we just wanted to sleep, so that’s what we did. I also had some of the local beer called Bintang and ended up eating a lot because of that. So that only made me feel more sleepy. For a change, I actually ate more than Joban. He has this enormous appetite and is one of those guys who had absolutely no aversions to any kind of food, quite like me. But he was getting all sorts of paranoid with Sularto’s food, saying the oil is not good, the chicken is cold and the tofu was too spicy. I was enjoying the food all the same. It was 4:00 p.m and I hadn’t had a morsel the entire day! So I gobbled down quite a bit and slept peacefully to the soft noise of the beach right next to us.
Woke up by around 8:00 p.m and it was pitch dark outside. The place was barely lit, and it was a new moon night. We took a walk to Lobo’s Shady Shack which was right next to Susi’s and dinner was being served to all the residents there. We also joined in, met Lobo and had a serving of fried shrimps, fish gravy, bean salad, rice and more tofu. But this time around, the food was much better than lunch. Joban also thankfully seemed to think so, and we managed to do more justice to finishing our food this time around. He took 2 breaks also in the middle to ensure he gunned the whole thing down!
After dinner, there was a bonfire being arranged on the beach and we went there and started talking to the people there. There was Eva from Norway, Yurki from Korea, Jennifer and her French speaking Dad from France, a couple from Germany, and so many others. It was really good fun chatting with all of them, sitting around the bonfire under an immensely star-lit sky. After hanging around for quite some time, we got back to our room and called it a day. Salim was to come next day at 9:00 a.m and take us back to Tanjung Pinang where we intended to do some shopping and check out the city life of Indonesia.
So that’s what we did, after taking another morning walk, this time in the opposite direction from Lobo’s, and shooting more pictures and realizing how amazingly beautiful this place is, that I almost simply cannot put it in words fittingly descriptive enough. We had Sularto’s breakfast – noodles and egg and once again, the dish was super oily, but I had it all the same. But this time, my stomach was to give way by evening..
Anyway, we drove back to Tanjung Pinang and I had some more of Salim’s cigarettes, which he had actually introduced me to the previous day itself and it was this version of Gudang Garam, and a version that I preferred a lot more to the Garams we get in India. So we drove, I spoke some more with Salim in sign language and soon, he dropped us off at the ferry terminal of Tanjung Pinang. We were hoping to run into that tout from the previous day and ask him why he didn’t turn up at Trikora! Anyway, we used our last few hours at Indonesia shopping in a big mall called Ramayana, which was actually a mall for the local people of Indonesia, so apparently you get much better rates and don’t get fleeced like the other places designed for tourists! I picked quite a few things from there. Then we went souvenir shopping, picked a couple of things from a neat looking souvenir shop, and finally headed to our ferry at 2:00 p.m. This time along, we sat in the a/c compartment itself, though I barely managed to get any sleep, and after we reached Singapre by 4:00, Joban wanted to do a bit of shopping and it was at this time that my stomach totally went kaput. So I decided to quit and get back. Joban also wrapped up early and we were on our way back to our rooms.
The entire time I kept thinking about the different scenes from Indonesia. The locals staring at us making us wonder if this was the way foreigners felt when they came to India! The crystal clear water on the beach that made you clearly see your toe in spite of being knee deep in it. The Bintang beer, the shack we stayed in, the broken English people spoke, the foreigners we made friends with, Salim scratching his head every time he couldn’t understand what I tried telling him.. the place was brilliant. A must visit if one were to ever stay in Singapore. Only beware, visiting the place will not be devoid of an adventure!
Some things to remember before making this journey:
1)Take the earliest ferry out of Singapore – works out S$10 cheaper than the other ferry’s during the day
2)Eat only at Lobo’s Shady Shack. Stay at Sularto’s Susi if you want a/c, else you can stay as well as eat at Shady Shack only
3)Ask Lobo or Sularto (get numbers from the net) to send a cab to pick you from the ferry terminal if you wish to avoid touts
4)Lobo and Sularto accept Singapore Dollars, so no need to convert to Rupiah (and lose out on conversion costs) unless you wish to shop locally. Actually, some shops near the ferry themselves accept Sing Dollars. So no problems at all.
5)Visit only Trikora beach on Bintan – the rest might literally be ‘Shady’!!
6)Don't even dream of using your Singapore number in Bintan. The local service provider Telekomsel charge $4.50 for a single incoming or outgoing call and $1.50 for an SMS. There is always full range, even when you're on the ferry, but its best to just leave your phone switched off.
7)Smokers: Don't take cigarettes from Singapore. Its cheaper in Indonesia. Next, don't bring back cigarettes from Indonesia, way too expensive to bring it back in to Singapore. I was asked to pay $5 as tax on pack of 10 cigarretes, which had only cost me about $1.50 when I bought them!
8)The entire journey should not cost more than S$100, which is less than a day spent at Sentosa!
Ahh! This is life!! I’m biting in to my first ever Ben & Jerry’s as I’m typing this out.. and the best part is that I simply took it out of the freezer kept in the office floor of the Singapore office that I am in right now. After all, Ben & Jerry’s is a product of Unilever itself, and this Singapore office is just totally rocking! Apart from the Ben & Jerry’s, today was a day of many other firsts. The biggest of them being my first ever time out of India. I was too caught up in the process of reaching my hotel and everything in the morning, that I just never let the feeling sink in. Then, when I was just walking up to office with Joban from the hotel and I passed by a Starbucks café, I suddenly felt like screaming “I’m in Singapore!!” Such a great feeling to be here. Came in a Jet Airways flight that had some of the most awesome in-flight entertainment. The thing kept me awake almost the entire flight. I left Bombay at 11p.m after waiting at the airport since nearly 8, and in spite of my body craving sleep so bad because I hadn’t slept the previous day out of sheer excitement of this journey, I just couldn’t give in and ended up watching nearly 2 whole movies. One an English movie that Sin was ranting about called Vicky Christina Barcelona and another a Tamil Movie called Dhoom Dham. Ya, as predicted, I couldn’t really sit past the second one and ended up dozing off and catching a few precious hours of sleep. Soon we landed, and I left behind an immigration form that the hostesses gave me back in the plane itself. So I couldn’t really get out soon, and had to fill up another form at the airport lobby. After I finally got out, I went to a DFS along with Vibhor who traveled with me, and bought a JD, some beers and a local whisky whose name I forget. We then got out, and entered a Kia car! I couldn’t believe I was in a Kia, an automatically driven vehicle that I have never even seen before! Of course, it wasn’t any great car, but it was different. But then, so were almost every car on the road. I was almost sticking my head out like a little puppy looking at all the different cars. Could never believe there were so many different types of BMW’s, Mercs, Volvo\s and Hyundai’s. man, there were a lot of Hyundai's! We reached UE square. The place where our hotel and office is, checked in to my hotel, which I barely got to really check out coz I had to rush to office as Joban was waiting for me and I wanted to go along with him in spite of the lack of sleep as I wanted to figure out the way to office with him. Didn’t mind it much, coz I’m gonna be here for another 6 weeks and have plenty of time to sink in my new home. From what I remember though, it had an access card to enter, a fully automatic washing machine in the kitchen, a bath tub in the rest room and a huge flat screen TV with DVD player and the works in the living room. Cant wait to go and check it out again now. And that is exactly what I’m gonna do. My Ben & Jerry’s is almost over and its time I gave my body some deserving rest! A rest that I only need so that I can be up and kicking to go out at night. Singapore, here I come!!
I’ve been in Delhi for the last few days. Came here on February 22 itself for Dhruv’s wedding. It was a real blast. My first North Indian wedding in North India! I can almost never get enough of this culture. You can hate it and get sick of it at times, but you can just never get enough of it. There is just something or the other happening with these Northies all the time!! Anyway, the wedding was a lot of fun, Dhruv and his bride looked real smashing and very much in love. I wished them well and chilled out in Delhi until today, when I met Harsh and Bala. Finally it looked like the real trip was about to begin.
Harsh picked me up from Dev’s place, who incidentally turned out to be one heck of a guy, and probably my new best friend from NM. Pretty funny how you finally break the with someone you’ve seeing around campus for nearly 2 years! But he was really awesome company in those 2 days I spent at his place during the wedding. Dam, I’m digressing again.. Anyway, Harsh picked me up and we went to the airport to pick Bala. Then the three of us headed to Pratik’s new place in Delhi as he’d called us over for lunch. So we went there, ate loads of an unfamiliar cuisine, met Pratik’s mom, and got to know Pratik is called ‘Pintoo’ at home. LOL. Then we went to the bus stand to pick up the tickets and realized it was 5:00 p.m by the time we collected the tickets from there, and we were supposed to report back at 6:00 for the boarding pass as the bus was leaving at 7:00. This was pretty much impossible to do, as we had to take the Metro back to CP, then go to Harsh’s place, where he has to pack, then come back to the Bus Stand. It didn’t look like we can even make it by 7:00!! Seemed like a very bad idea to take the Metro to the Bus Stand, when we could have just gone by Harsh’s car. We took the Metro, for a ‘Metro Experience’ from CP to the Bus Stand, and that’s what delayed us in the first place!
Anyway, we rushed it, and after all the yelling from Harsh’s mom for coming late and missing out on all the delicacies she had prepared, and after all the curses on the road because of Harsh’s driving, we finally made it to the Bus Stand at 7:10 p.m when the Bus was already outside the dock and on the road and waiting just for us to get moving.
Well, we made it, and played cards till we fell asleep and were on our way to JAMMU.
February 26, 2008
When I opened my eyes and looked out of the window, I saw a signboard saying ‘Aircel in Jammu and Kashmir’. ‘Jammu and Kashmir’!!!! I was suddenly wide awake… I’m actually here.. I’m actually at the famous J&K!!
We soon reached the city of Jammu and it was biting cold when we got off the bus. I’ve never been a fan of the cold weather and I really couldn’t take it. Was somehow managing to stay alive only because of a jacket that Harsh decided to take, and I was so thankful that he took it, coz for some strange reason, I didn’t expect J&K to be that very cold and didn’t get any jackets with me! Of course, the other reason was that I was carrying with only one hand bag and couldn’t pack any jackets. I usually try to travel with just a hand bag coz I hate waiting for the check in bags to come through after arrival at the airport. Anyway, we went to a hotel that the rickshaw driver who lit Bala’s smoke took us and we settled in to have a bath and fix up a means of transport to get to Kashmir. After a cold water bath in cold cold Jammu, we were on our way to Srinagar (the real Kashmir) in a Tata Indica driven by Rajiv Bhaiyya, who we were gonna get to know pretty well pretty soon.
This journey from Jammu to Srinagar was simply brilliant. Harsh had told us a lot about it, but it is really one amazing road trip to go on. The roads for most of the journey are pretty smooth, and in places where it isn’t, its because of a landslide that occurred just some hours back!
The best part of the journey is the way the mountains begin peeping at you from a distance, just teasingly showing you a glimpse of their snow covered peaks, and as you go along, the amount of white begins to overcome the brown of the mountains, and before you know it, you are actually on that mountain, driving in between all the snow! Its truly amazing. There is also a 3km long tunnel that goes through a mountain called ‘Jawahar Pass’ that comes along the way. This is the really exiting part, because you enter the mountain with bits and pieces of snow around you, and you come out completely engulfed in the white water crystals.
I was simply enjoying the ride. When we stopped for lunch at this hotel on Patnitop, I felt snow for the first time in my life! Felt it with my bare hands!! It was something I’ve been wanting to do forever, and couldn’t manage it even after a long and exhausting trip to Rohtang Pass from Kulu-Manali, which I did only in the hopes of seeing snow around 5 years back! Anyway, I even got this virgin experience of mine with snow on tape and gonna treasure it forever!
We reached Srinagar at 8:00 and went to a place called Hotel Taimoor, which Rajiv was familiar with and we simply loved the place. We were anyway way too tired to check out any other places and simply went straight into the room that was offered to us. After that we came out for dinner and these guys wanted to try out the mutton that was being sold on the street right outside our hotel. It was road side fried stuff, and obviously looked delicious, but they weren’t too sure about the taste. But after they had it, they just couldn’t stop raving about it! It was hot mutton kababs with cold roti and spicy chutneys. It was so darn tasty that these guys ended up making me feel so bad that I was on lent and couldn’t have non-veg! And boy, was I being subjected to some ’temptation’ with those mutton pieces!! This was turing out to be my toughest lent ever!
Anyway, I did have Rajiv for vegetarian company and we went to a veg place for dinner after Harsh and Bala had their mutton feast, and this was brilliant too! We ordered Kadi Pakoda, Baingan ka Bartha and Rajma, along with plain rice and lots of roti. Every single dish on the table was so tasty.. including the green chutney that was kept there! I was gorging on the food. It was our first good meal of the day as we only had omlettes for breakfast and some really sad kashmiri pulao for lunch!
After the really cool meal, we hit the sack, and hit it real hard coz it was freakishly cold in our hotel room. I had three layers of bedsheets on me, and still shivered myself to sleep..
February 27, 2008
Srinagar really doesn’t have much snow. Its just freakishly cold! But we wanted to play in the snow, so today we travelled to a place called Gulmarg, which is 2 hours from Srinagar and hosts the winter games of India. So the snow there is really good! We left only at 11:00 coz we took our own sweet time to have our baths in the blistering cold, and left with just time from 2:00 p.m to 7:00 p.m at Gulmarg.
However, this turned out to be one of our most eventful days of the trip. We began the day by doing some sledging on the snow. Not the kinds the Aussies are famous for, but the kinds Calvin and Hobbes tend to do at times.
We sledged till a point where ‘Gandolas’ or chair cars took us to a higher altitude. Here, we tried on some skis. Then got back in the Gandola and sledged back to base. Here we tried making a snowman, but didn’t
have the time, as we had to get back in a tempo we had hired along with some people who were in the room opposite to the one where we had stayed. We decided to share the tempo to save costs, but had to compromise on time, coz they really wanted to get back. Anyway, the tempo just went down the hill and dropped us off at the point where Rajiv was waiting for us. Rajiv was in no real hurry and there was still lots of snow around. So we continued the snowman creation, and this time it was complete. Turned out to be a really good snowman too!
We had actually changed our attires today. Thanks to a man on a cart selling jackets. I picked up this awesome cream coloured jacket that had a totally radical design to it. The guys kept calling it a Gucci duplicate! Harsh also picked up a neat looking jacket. Then on Gulmarg, Bala tore his pants while sitting on the sledge. So he borrowed the Feren (the long robes that Kashimir wear) from the sledge assistant and eventually, he became ‘The Kashmiri’ and me the ‘Milan Model’.. it was really funny! We got back by 9:00 and it was too late to go to a House Boat that we really wanted to spend one night at. But we had one more night in Kashmir, so decided to do it tomorrow.
February 28, 2008
Today we decided to spend the day shopping and sight seeing around Srinagar itself. There was a guy waiting for us to drive him to his shop, courtesy the caretaker of the place we were staying who informed this chap that we intended to spend big bucks! So we go to his shop, and we shop! I normally never shop. Get most of my clothes as gifts or pass-ons. But this time I shopped. I shopped for 5k worth of stuff! And funnily, none was spent on me. I bought things for family, friends, everyone else but myself. But anyway, I had no idea when I’d be returning to Kashmir, and the stuff I was picking out was really good; carpets, pashmina shawls.. so just had to splurge. Bala and Harsh did a decent bit of shopping as well. After this we went looking for a house boat to spend the night. And this was the best part of the trip. The house boats on the Dal lake of Srinagar are the best places in the world to stay in. they are these beautifully designed little boats that are accessible from the land from a tiny 4 man boat called a Shikara. And these house boats come with everything! They have electrically heated beds, a bath tub, teak walls that ensure the heat is kept in, and most of all, a dining table suitable for a king! Everything designed really nicely and all the wood-work crafted to perfection.
We simply fell in love with the first house boat we saw. This was the one recommended by the innkeeper of the place we stayed and promised us a good deal on the house boat. He charged us just 900 bucks for a day. We were flabbergasted. Barely 300 bucks per person for paradise!! We took up the place immediately, settled in, and then went out for lunch; once again in the Shikara. The whole experience was just amazing.
After lunch we went sight seeing. Just about managed to see the Hazrathbal Mosque there. We missed out on the Shankracharya mandir as it was too late and didn’t really feel like seeing any of the other places coz they were just gardens and stuff. One thing that we managed to do was stop at a small tea stall on Dal lake and watch the sun set beyond the mountains. Was such a beautiful sight..
Well, we got back from our sight seeing and went straight to our pretty little house boat. We asked the caretaker to put out chairs and a table on the terrace along with something called a Khati, which is a mini furnace that you can keep on the table and enjoy the warmth from it. We just sat there and these guys drank (dam my lent again!) then we went downstairs and had the food prepared in typical kashmiri style at the house boat and after lots of jokes and laughs, called it a night.
February 29, 2008
We had to leave our pretty house boat early today as we had a long drive to a place called Pahelgam. After which we had to drive to Katra and reach there by dusk, so that we can climb the mountain to the Vaishnodevi temple at night. So we left around 8:00 a.m, after a nice breakfast at the house boat and reached Pahelgam by noon. This place was also snow clad, just like Gulmarg, but it was far more pretty. The snow looked really clean and there were little boulders and shrubs sticking out of the snow at different places, and the entire city was surrounded by snow clad mountains! It was a really beautiful place. Again there werebunch of tourist guides wanting to show us around. But all we really wanted to do this time was simply play in the snow for a while and get back on our journey. Thankfully I also had gloves this time and we having awesome snow ball fights! Played around for about an hour and then resumed our journey.
We reached Katra by 8. The delay was a traffic jam caused by an accident and a fire. Apparently a truck went over a scooter and then the truck burst into flames. It was a pretty bad scene. We were just hoping the poor scooter drivers survived.
Once we reached Katra, we checked in and got ready for the 26 km trek up and down the mighty Vaishnodevi mountain. But by the time we finished dinner and decided to go on the climb, the ticket counter that was to sell the tickets for the climbers was closed. They close at 11 p.m and we went there only at mid night. So we couldn’t make the trek at night itself, which augured very well for me, because I just didn’t feel like walking all night up a mountain after such a tiring day. Would have much rather preferred resting a bit and then taking up the challenge.
So we got back to our room, slept till 5 a.m and then got ready for the climb. We planned to begin the climb by 6 itself, but it was nearly 7 by the time we did! And this was the start of the finish of our exiting trip to Kashmir. The climb up was pretty painful, with Bala taking a break every 5 minutes. But we somehow managed to reach the Vaishnodevi mandir by noon. All along we kept seeing helicopters flying from the base to the top of the mountain taking passengers that paid Rs. 2500, which we kept thinking was probably a better option than do the trek. But then Harsh would never buy it. He wouldn’t even take a slightly shorter route that would save 2kms. He wanted to stick to the original and longer path and do it barefoot too. The guy really has some strong religious fundamentals.
Finally, after making it to the mandir, we washed up and went inside the cave to see the goddess. I could barely get a glimpse of it as we were asked to keep moving because of the crowd. Harsh was telling us that the crowd this time was hardly anything compared to the numbers there are during the peak season. Yet even this time there was so much pushing and shoving!
But we did manage to visit the mandir and now we had to climb 2 more kilometers up the mountain to another temple called the Bhairo mandir as they say the pilgrimage to Vaishnodevi is not complete until you visit even this second temple. Now the trouble was that we had a bus to catch in the evening at 6, and were way too tired to take another arduous climb up the mountain. Not only would we be famished doing it, it would also take way too much time. So we considered our options; we had just about enough money between the three of us to take a pony ride till the top. After that we would be left with just 50 bucks for our climb down and we need to have lunch too. It was pretty tight, especially since we kept buying juice\water and things like that during our climb up and that’s a lot of expenses.
Anyway, we really couldn’t do the climb, so decided on the pony’s. this was one funny trip! Sitting on the pony’s are initially a bit scary because the creatures go galloping up a path that is really narrow and winding. But then you kinda get used to it, because you begin to trust the animal. It after all does have instincts, and better yet, a pair of eyes. So you wouldn’t fall off the mountain unless you actually slip off the pony! So I was getting the hang of it and Harsh was anyway taking to the pony like a cowboy in texas, but Bala looked like he was about to face circumcision or something! He was just way too scared on the pony. I cant even explain the sight Harsh and I were trying hard not to laugh at. He was clinging on to the pony and constantly shouting at the pony caretaker to make the pony go slower. His pony was as it just cantering, and he wanted it slower than that too! Because of him, Harsh and I just couldn’t go any faster, and worse, we just kept snickering looking at the guy. When we finally got off, Bala stomped off super pissed with the pony, the caretaker and both of us. Of course, he eventually realized he was at least alive and began talking once his heart started beating normally! But this had to be the most fun part of the day.
Well, we reached Bhairo mandir, and after a quick prayer, got back on our trek. This time the entire walk was downward, so it was going to be much simpler. There were also stairs at certain places which helped cut the long drawn path as it got us down the acclivity a lot faster. But Harsh couldn’t take the stairs, not only because he was intent on actually doing 26 kms, but also because he was bare foot and it would hurt more down the stairs. Bala and I did the stairs at some places, but I mostly stuck with Harsh. I was a little worried for the guy in case he needed help. He was pretty much whimpering because of the gashes on his foot by now. Anyway, we all got to the base by 5p.m in one piece and got back to our room, took a bath and made it just in time for a special Kahmiri form of chaat and the bus ride back to Delhi.
The super awesome trip to Kashmir just ended with a painful, yet satisfying spiritual journey to Vaishnodevi. And this was by far one of my best trips, because not only did I get to see snow for the first time in my life; something I’ve just always wanted to do, but also did a bunch of fascinating stuff like staying at a house boat, doing a 26km trek on a mountain, holding an actual AK47! It was one unbelievable experience. Gotta thank Harsh for taking us around and Bala for all the laughs along the way.
October 8, 2007 Muni and I were to leave by train from Bombay to Hyderabad today. The train was at 9:50p.m We had decided to leave our place at 7:30 and thought that should be good enough time to reach the station. It was 8:15, and Muni had not yet come home, and I was busy chasing a pigeon out of the house! Anyway, we ran out of the house at 8:40, left the pigeon to stay on, as I just could not get him out in spite of everything I tried. We took that much time to leave, coz Mr. Muni had not packed. And the boy packs everything he possibly can; towel, bed sheet, clothes, extra clothes, reserve clothes!! We left the house running and ran all the way to the auto stand. Took an auto to Andheri station. Looked at the queue there for tickets, smiled at each other and just continued running. We both knew that if we get caught for travelling without tickets today, we’ll just tip the cop and move on, coz there was not a second to waste. Reached the platform, and just as we got there, a fast train to Dadar arrived. We jumped in. managed to find seats as we were going against the Junta coming from town. Waited anxiously till we reached Dadar. Neither of us said a word. On reaching Dadar, we ran to the platform of the Central Line. Waited for the train to come and jumped into the one going to CST. The time was 9:30. We heard that the train would take 20 minutes to reach CST. We were cutting it close. Real close! We waited. But this time we spoke. We knew there is no point in continuing to be tense. We did what we could and now it’s all in the hands of the Indian Railways! We reached CST at 9:50 sharp. We jumped off the train even before it came to a complete halt and just ran to the section of external trains. We managed to spot our train number, and I continued running to find out which compartment we were in. Muni just stopped and said not to worry coz we’ve managed to catch the train, and he goes to buy magazines and water. I just couldn’t believe the guy. After all that running around, I just wanted to get into the train and sit peacefully, and this guy goes for entertainment. But before I could say anything, the train began to move, and I just hopped into the compartment closest to me. Muni joined me shortly after making his purchases, and we waded our way through the demography to reach our seats. Politely asked the gentlemen who had occupied it to please get their asses off, and we both sat down there. I made a few phone calls that I left to call only once I’m in the train, and then went to my berth on top with a magazine in my hand. Read about half a para of a half page article, and I was fast asleep. Only time I woke up was when Muni asked me for my DL as the TT had come there. Apart from that, I slept in the best possible manner a person can sleep without a pillow and quilt in a rollicking train..
October 9, 2007 We were supposed to reach Hyderabad at 12 noon. At about 11:45, I was telling Muni that we should begin getting ready, and he tells me that we just reached Gulbarga. Now my geography is quite bad and I didn’t know how far Gulbarga was from Hyderabad.. So I continued to pack up and Muni says that we were supposed to reach Gulbarga at 9a.m itself, and the train is running nearly 3 hours late. It was then that we learnt, after talking to some fellow passengers, that the train had stalled for close to 3 hours in the night because of some engine failure and it had to be corrected. Muni and I were completely oblivious to that whole incident. Anyway, we had to wait 3 hours longer to get to Hyderabad now. Bala kept calling and asking where we were. He had reached by 12 itself. Actually an hour later than he was expected to, but all the same, way earlier than us. He was catching up with Gopal with some Teachers and was waiting for us to give him company. Finally, Muni and I made it to Gop’s house by 4. We knew we barely had much time to go anywhere out now. But we decided to go some place close by any case, and just had some whisky to relax after the journey. But Teachers is no ordinary whisky (I’m yet to drink a kind of whisky that is ‘ordinary’) and soon, all of us were pretty tipsy, and Bala, true to his style, was too lazy to go out anywhere. He went and changed and got all ready to pop it. So we just ordered some food home and continued with our boozing. It was pretty funny; the only thing that changed was the location. Bombay to Hyderabad. That apart, the 3 of us were doing the exact same thing. Drinking whisky, having a conversation tipping on the edge of an argument, and socializing with a bunch of friends! Anyway, it was our first day in Hyderabad, and we may not have gone out anywhere, but at least we caught up with Gopal and life in Hyderabad.
October 10, 2007 Anjali had called me the previous day and even mailed me saying we have something to do for SCM project. So I woke up early and just when I was about to sit for the project, Bala, as full of surprises he is always, tells me that he already finished making the slides that Anjali had asked us to. I was so pleased to know that I don’t have any work to do on it now, and given the sudden amount of free time at my disposal, decided to go on a jog and check out Hyderabad. Something I wanted to do yesterday itself but couldn’t because of lazy roommates! Well, took a nice long jog. Saw NIFT and some office campuses around Gopals house. Had a good time and got back home and got ready. Soon, Bala also got ready and the two of us decided to go and have breakfast. We took a short walk and didn’t find any decent restaurant. The only one that we found seemed like a 5-star, and they had buffet breakfast for Rs 99. It was certainly above what we would have liked to spend for ‘breakfast’, but on checking out what was available, we decided to fill our stomachs there itself, especially considering how hungry we were. So between the two of us, we had an omlette, dosa, vada, semia, pancakes, salami, sausages, mango milkshake, doughnuts.. The list was endless! We got back home, completely satiated and waited for Gopal and Muni to get ready. Once they were through, the 4 of us went on 2 Bullets to check out Hyderabad. This was the start of what was going to be an awesome bike journey for the four of us.. First we went to Salar Jung Museum. We got there by 12, and decided not to spend too much time there. But by the time we completed about half the museum, it was close to 3. Way beyond schedule and not even through with the museum! But we decided to get out of there, lest we miss lunch and got to a hotel which the Museum guard recommended. Just about managed to catch lunch there and it was awesome! The waiter had actually told us that lunch was over when we got there, but somehow squeezed us in. We were really grateful to him, for not only giving us food, but also serving some typical Hyderabadi food, which was one of our main purposes of visit here. After stuffing ourselves, we went to Charminar. This was a place I’d been to long time ago. I barely remembered the place, but it was really nice seeing it. Spent some time there. Walked up the small staircase to the top and caught the brilliant view. It was especially spectacular because of all the Muslim people there in lieu of Ramzan. We got chatting with the guard on top of Charminar who realized we were Bangaloreans and began talking to us in Kannada. He told us a lot about the history and the culture there, then even told us the shortest way to get to Golconda, which was our next stop. There was a ‘Sound and Light’ show at Golconda, scheduled to begin at 7p.m. We got there in time, but had no clue what was in store for us. When the show actually began, we were completely taken aback. It was one of the most brilliant concepts I’ve seen. The show itself may not have been great in content, but the concept behind it was something none of us had ever seen before. After the show at Golconda, we took some photos around and then decided to ride back home. Now this was the highlight of the entire bike trip! We had covered everything we had seen for the day and were pretty tired. All we wanted to do was get home. But Gop decides to take a route he had no clue about, following the directions given by some guy in Telugu, a language none of us understand very well. We started riding, and in some time, landed up in a paddy field – in the middle of absolutely nowhere! I was riding the bike at this point of time, and the roads were so bad, that Muni wasn’t giving me the Helmet to wear. He was so scared of the roads that he had it on most of the time. Of course, when the insects started getting into my eyes and mouth, I had not alternative but to pry the Helmet away from the Monster. After lots of twists and turns, numerous dead ends, rollicking terrains, and asking directions from so many people and communicating with them mostly in sign language, we finally managed to reach a ‘main road’. Now all we had to do was figure if we had to go left or right to reach our place and keep driving. I was totally famished by this time. Hands all ached maneuvering that big bike. We finally hit a pub that was close to Gop’s place, had some beer there and then went to a nice hotel for dinner. I was dozing off at the hotel in between my food – was that tired! We soon got back home, and I crashed out.
October 11, 2007 Gopal had to go to office today and asked us to meet him there at 12 noon so that he could show us around. We were so tired from the previous day and feeling so lazy, that by the time we reached Microsoft office, it was nearly 1. Anyway, Gop showed us the place and we were totally floored. Bal kept saying it resembles a lot of Infy in Bangalore, but I’ve never seen Infy and never seen a campus like this before. Synthetic Basket ball courts, tennis courts, an amphi theatre, Barista and Frankie outlets… and this is just the outside. inside, it’s another story. Microsoft has a tie up with Coca-Cola, so all there vending machines are from Coke. That not only means having soft drinks like Coke and Fanta, but also getting to have Georgia coffee! This is nothing. The highlight is a small place right next to the vending machines – the Xbox 360 Console!! We just sat in front of it with out coffee\coke and Bala tried fidgeting with the system. Of course, we couldn’t get the hang of playing most of the games, so we decided to chuck that. some of the other interesting things inside the MS office were pool tables, a huge huge canteen, large screens for watching matches and stuff – the whole place was just brilliant!
After this, we went to ISB. Muni knew someone working there, and he arranged for an ISB tour for us. We were lucky that the students had a term break, so the whole place was completely free for our ‘tour’. This really friendly lady showed us the entire place and at the end of it, I came to 2 conclusions – one was, I should not have left an IT job after seeing MS, and second was, I should have considered ISB while thinking of doing my MBA! Anyway, not having the time to feel guilty for too long, we rushed back to Gop’s place, took our stuff, went to the train station and travelled to the main train station of Hyderabad from where we were to catch our train to Bangalore. Just before this, we went to a place near the Husain Sagar Lake called Eat Street and grabbed some food. Really nice place this was. Something like Bandstand of Bombay – place for all the couples of Hyderabad. I think Bangalore is the only place that doesn’t have something like this!
Anyway, it was where we were headed, and no matter how badly the place sucks, it is where home is, so can’t really complain..
This too was an entire stretch of a road filled with fancily named pubs (Gullivers Travelers Pub and then Gullivers Travelers 2!!), hundreds of hawkers selling everything from strange food to clothes, to music cd’s, to even condoms! There was a swarm of tourists moving all over the place, and local businessmen either themselves or with the assistance of pretty Thai women luring the tourists into their shops. It was an awesome sight. I had to cut through the crowd briskly as my first priority was the find a place. Once I had that covered, my second priority was to get me a beer!
Anyway, after drinking a few cans of beer and having an original Phad Thai dish from a road side vendor, I decided to call it a day. Planned on waking up early next morning and visiting the temples around. The Phad Thai dish that I had may not have been as good as the one in 
I had to go downstairs and worked on the net till these things got charged and left out Temple-visiting.
walked back to 
Pattaya special Shrimp Burger! Then took a motosai to the bus stand and was on a bus back to Bankok.
from a Korean restaurant close to that. Then I continued on the Skytrain to 
room. It was going to be my last meal in 
the architectural marvel. This place was really huge!! Took a couple of photos, walked to KLCC, took more photos, walked to Bintang walk, shopped a bit here and when I planned to head to KL tower, it began pouring cats and dogs. Even the concert that was happening on the road right on Bintang walk was called off. I didn’t have much of choice than to wait and had a beer from a nearby restaurant called u-café. This was one purchase that I really regret making the entire trip. I had one corona beer and it cost me nearly 500 bucks. That was half the cash I could have got the awesome remote control helicopter with!
