I love travelling. Now that is something everyone says,to be honest I like travelling when everything goes according to plan. First all my tickets have to be booked,confirmed. I should know what I intend to do every minute of my travel. For example let me recant my travel to vijayawada and back a couple of days ago. Started at 4:30pm ,reached bus stand, in chennai by 8:30pm, in a bar by 8:50pm, 3 shots of Romanov with orange juice. Out by 9:45pm. In the bus by 10:25 pm. The day goes on its own ,a fantastic mutton pillaf by my sister for lunch and dinner, still licking my fingers, onto bus by 10:30 pm, in chennai by 8:30 am, in Pondicherry by 12:30. Perfect trip. One problem though , I wanted to watch edge of tomorrow in chennai there was a show on in chennai at the right time but when i opened my phone to book tickets I saw my daughters photo and bang! Emotions took the next bus.in Pondicherry she says daddy where were you and I know this is where I rather be.
On the way to Pondicherry there was this newly married couple in front of me all lovey dovey and small talk and suddenly she vomits, it's an ac bus mind you, but she is an experienced one she vomits straight into her bag. Hubby looks around concerned that someone might complain but everyone is asleep. I look into his eyes and mouth it's okay. He smiles and his newly wed wife dozes off, I wanted to talk to him but my stop comes early.
I wonder what it is like, I once travelled with a dear friend in a bus, she waited till we reached a rest stop went out of the bus vomited and came back, she felt better shed said, I realised it can be controlled, she is amazing, that whole trip was amazing I will write about it sometime.
Now trains , I love them for the simple fact that they have toilets. I have to go potty in the morning, 9am is my limit. If a bus is late god help my sphincters, but trains ,oh lovely western ones are there, just have to carry some toilet paper and I am in heaven.
Planes, love them, just too expensive for my taste. Not that I cannot afford it's just an unnecessary expense, only time I really had to fly was when my father died now that is a story for another times.
Finally cars, I love driving, drove 800 MK's both ways for my kids births. I had to take them in my car home. Their first ride was in their dad's car with mommy and daddy.i drove for 12 hours straight once, with a breakfast and lunch break and also a number 2 break in the fields,that was funny. But my passion is driving, I want to do it one day in a Honda City.
Travel is good, it needs planning.
On the way to Pondicherry there was this newly married couple in front of me all lovey dovey and small talk and suddenly she vomits, it's an ac bus mind you, but she is an experienced one she vomits straight into her bag. Hubby looks around concerned that someone might complain but everyone is asleep. I look into his eyes and mouth it's okay. He smiles and his newly wed wife dozes off, I wanted to talk to him but my stop comes early.
I wonder what it is like, I once travelled with a dear friend in a bus, she waited till we reached a rest stop went out of the bus vomited and came back, she felt better shed said, I realised it can be controlled, she is amazing, that whole trip was amazing I will write about it sometime.
Now trains , I love them for the simple fact that they have toilets. I have to go potty in the morning, 9am is my limit. If a bus is late god help my sphincters, but trains ,oh lovely western ones are there, just have to carry some toilet paper and I am in heaven.
Planes, love them, just too expensive for my taste. Not that I cannot afford it's just an unnecessary expense, only time I really had to fly was when my father died now that is a story for another times.
Finally cars, I love driving, drove 800 MK's both ways for my kids births. I had to take them in my car home. Their first ride was in their dad's car with mommy and daddy.i drove for 12 hours straight once, with a breakfast and lunch break and also a number 2 break in the fields,that was funny. But my passion is driving, I want to do it one day in a Honda City.
Travel is good, it needs planning.
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