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Travel Blogs from Gurgaon
"This is B1. B2, next car." a bystander chimed in. Oops. I apologized and made my way out. They were very nice about it.
In the next car I found two men in my bed having a midnight feast. Employing Taiwan-standard "You're in my seat, here's my ticket." protocol, they firmly told me to chill out and wait. I was tired and didn't want to.
"The top bunk is free, is that okay?"
Why not. I climbed up and passed out.
... overwhelmed at what we had got ourselves into. We checked into our room and decided to just chill out for a bit and absorb everything that had happened. We had to meet our tour group at 6pm so decided to take a short nap. The hotel wasn't as bad as I had expected but was kind of like a share house. Indians occupied some floors as well as businesses for electronics and dry cleaning. The phone rang and woke us from our nap. It was our tour guide saying we had missed our 6pm ...
... they came through the cabin and offered a brandy or Bailey's on ice. Those of you who know me well know what I chose. So here I sit listening to Brahms HungarianDances on my iPhone with my new noise cancelling earphones (the best investment I have made in a long time) sipping my Baileys thinking that life can be very sweet They say they will be serving breakfast before we get to Frankfurt so I think I will have a little nap before that happens. Am I an alcoholic - obviously ...
... bags and bodies searched, we wandered off in different directions to bag a bargain. This is a place well worth a visit, if not to purchase souvenirs then go to experience the colours and the smells. The ambience is what I would describe as a more orderly bazaar or street market, perhaps similar to Camden Lock Market; but with the added dimension of a showcase of Indian art and heritage. There are perhaps 70 plus stalls of craftsmen from all corners of India, and unlike ...
We have to tell you this though, the ride to Narella was the bumpiest ride we travelled in India, we even lost count of how many sugar cane farms we encounted along the road, broken down trucks etc.
The fact that Bubbly was also driving like a maniac did not help the situation, my (Zanele) favourite moment was when Morgan told Bubbly he could not take it anymore and demanded to know why we did not use the same way as we came.