Talking to Devarsh on the phone and telling him about what to see, what to do, which hostel to book almost over 40 minutes I realized I am doing a grave mistake by not really penning down my thoughts. Memories of the trip are still fresh now. Give or take few days, I am sure I would forget all.
Photos no matter how many one takes, what stays with you forever are your experiences and thoughts. These need to be captured when they are in the reach as months or years from now I am sure I will come back to like it. Just as the way I enjoy reading about my trip to Warangal.
How it started -
As I look back, Spain has been an hasty decision and proved much costlier too. It all started with my late booking. A month before the trip I had applied for 4 leaves. Two leaves on first fortnight of May, and two more on Last fortnight spread over a weekend like an extended weekend. I had done this hoping to properly plan, chose places and then book the tickets. As the days passed by though I knew the days were getting nearer I had no clue how to go about it. Frankly I was little afraid to take the first step, as I was leaving all alone. I even wanted to cancel the leave.
Again, thanks to the exuberant and high spirited Nico who sat with me showed me the places and started the bookings. We wen to the site – www.momondo.com and checked out the cheapest fares and booked the flights. In a matter of 40 minutes my first ever cross-country tour was all set.
Run…Run…Run…
It was early in the morning, around 5’0 clock I had booked a cab. Unfortunately on the day of my travel, railways had raised a ruckus and were on strike. To top that the only free connectivity I had which was RER B train was supposed to be pathetically slow. So, I had chosen the only option I had which was the cab. As I was about to enter the cab I realized I forgot my wallet, ran back and started running down. Again I realized I had forgotten my charger. So twice I ran up and down before finally settling into it.
The day of the journey I had hardly slept and my mind was so filled with the trip that I stayed myself awake by completing as much workload as a I can.
The feeling was excitement mixed with some fear especially when it came to my passport. I am a guy who loses things at the drop of a hat. Always thinking about something, concentrating on two things at a time, looking lost, tensed all around. With such well-known reputation and knowledge that I have about my ownself, forget the world, I was all the more nervous about carrying it off – the lone journey.
Anyways, the cab was around 60 Euros and frigging expensive but was promptly on time.
