I think I should apply to lonely planet. I mean I travel so much and don’t get paid for it .Actually I m happy in my job which is mostly no contribution to company or the society.I wish all jobs are like these with complete autonomy and creativity. Neways this forum is not to brag about the complete wastage of my professional life but about the travel escapades..which also are funny coz I am a funny man. Actually sad reasoning but can be justified when you haven’t slept from 3 nights straight.
So we all started for a small little place called DAMAN. We had a special powai idli`s but that is a different story. Our overambitious plans were to leave at 6 am. So I got up at 7 and sme 4 women came and picked us up from the flat. Of course the start was wonderful and I was super-enthu about the trip already.
So we left the Sakinaka hotspot and moved lured with the faraway beaches in the fantasy land. So we went and went and kept on going coz suddenly it has already been some 4-5 hours and we were yet to reach 193 kms.
And there it was right in front of our eyes. The beautiful (rather ornamented with garbage) the black sand beach smeared with muddy water. I suddenly started feeling sorry for my beachwear. But then beach is beach and I am from Rajasthan so cannot disgrace any waterbody.
Daman: It’s a beautiful portugese colony (portugese is my nu favourites) close to a dry state with least taxes on liquer so we found more wine stores than STD PCO`s and since the time I have left drinking these “fortunate” instance have increased manifolds. So wine ..respective women with respective men and high tides.Not a bad combination to sum it up.
But then it was a assortment of finance superbrains so all the actuaries (atlest all of whom I knw) indulged in their favourite pastime of sipping beer and playing poker went on till wee hours. In all the mayhem the firang actuary who wanted to visit the Indian countryside also wanted to see the sunrise on the beach soon realized that on this side of Arabian sea sun only sets not rises J.(And I thot only Indians are oversmart.)
Don’t worry the writer wasn’t the part of either the poker or of sun sighting project. i era ocupado noutro local.:)
Sunday mornings and we were at the sea. All dressed up and undressed up. Fighting muddy waves..rocks at the seabed and Frisbee/slippers. Saw the church cum fort ..Lighthouse cum sky scrapper. But all in all the serenity after madhouse in Mumbai was priceless, just to sit there by the sea side and introspecting (sometime not introspecting also).All this while njoin the calm and listening atif aslam for the 100th time( I was made to listen….).
As good as it gets was achieved so we came back leaving all our gujju brethren in the alcohol oasis. We met our share of traffic jams on the way but the rise to the place was worth the trip. Despite a single CD we sang , danced and made all feel glad about the adventure. Actually I realized how insignificant is the place when you are with friends and really wanted to have a blast.
Thanks people it was a terrific weeknd getaways in every sense of the word.
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