Showing posts with label trips. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trips. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Trip update

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The blogger app doesn't work well on mobile, and it's annoying to add photo captions and wiki links and so on. So I'll update the posts with better pics (non cell phone quality) when I get back.

I'm in Riga now, and soon heading to Rezeknes in eastern Latvia. We'll be in the middle of nowhere, so wish us luck.

In the meanwhile, enjoy this picture of a lady who wanted us to take her picture, and didn't want it for herself.

Lithuania

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One of the motivating factors for choosing the Baltic countries was the cheap airfare. The other interesting one though was my nerdy need to keep noting how north I have been. Until now, the northernmost city I had visited was Hamburg.

On this trip I've already been more north than before, right since day one. It's surprising how little we (in India) ever hear of Lithuania. The guide books and the tourist info points talk about a rich 1000 year history for many cities. Napoleon sacked the city of Kaunas twice; wished he could take the church in Vilnius back to Paris. It's surprising to me how religious Vilnius is. There are literally hundreds of churches (I mean metaphorically) and thankfully almost all of them survived Soviet rule. A few of them are orthodox Russian, and those ones are the most interesting to me. The guide book also told us to visit Trakai nearby, so we took the 30 minute buys ride there.

The Trakai castle is in the middle of a lake, in a small town surrounded by lakes. It feels quite touristy, and the houses by the lakes give the impression that affluent people have a summer home here. Our next stop is Kaunas, about 2 hours away from Vilnius. It's the next biggest city, and is very different in feel compared to Vilnius.

Kaunas falls more Soviet like. It has large featureless buildings, buildings with garish colours and buildings in the centre of the city in various states if disrepair. It also feels like fewer tourists drop by here. We hear more Russian here than in Vilnius, even though we are not father away from Russia. Kaunas lies at the confluence of two rivers, with the old town right next to this spot. We spent less than 24 hours in the city and it didn't feel like we missed out by not staying longer.

Next up, we headed to Klaipeda, a city on the north-western coast, close to the Russian border. At this point I expect you to do a double take unless you know about Kaliningrad, and then wiki up the info on it. I wanted to visit the Curonian Spit ever since reading about it in Michael Palin's "New Europe". The sands dunes here feel like they should belong to the Sahara. The town Nida is beautiful, with pretty houses by the Curonian lagoon. The waters of the Baltic were a chilly 18°, freezing my toes and driving away any thoughts of taking a dip.

We heard the most Russian in Klaipeda, which is not strange considering the border is nearby. Cashiers speak either Russian or German, and when the lady clearly meant that I could leave after I'd paid the supermarket bill,  I hilariously got told, "Get out".

Each of these cities felt like they belong to a different culture/country. I didn't realise there was so much diversity in these small countries. I was told 5 days would be more than enough to see Lithuania, but I guess most people only know about Vilnius. I could easily see myself coming back to see other smaller sights, and also go back to the dunes in the Spit.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Summer trip

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The way you document a trip, is to begin with a photo of stuff you put in your bag, laid out nicely in an almost-rectangular grid.


And then you list all the items in it:
  • 5 T-shirts in a Eagle Creek Pack-It Specter Half Cube.
  • 1 Shirt
  • 2 Trousers and 2 shorts (it's summer!)
  • Socks and underwear in a Eagle Creek Pack-It Specter Cube.
  • Swimming trunks, light t-shirt and ultra-light towel.
  • Cheap sunglasses, painkillers/over-the-counter paracetamol/meds.
  • Toiletries bag (soap, shaving kit, roll-on deo).
  • Cocoon Grid-It Organizer for electronics (should've got the bigger one):
  • GoPro 3+ Black with extra battery backpack, waterproof housing, a floaty mount and selfie stick (don't judge me, it's useful).
  • Canon 1000D with two lenses:
    • Tokina 11 - 16 mm f/2.8 (a heavy lens to build your neck muscles)
    • Canon 40 mm f/2.8 (weeeee pancake lenses)
  • Summer shoes and beach flip-flops (hidden in the plastic bag top-left).
  • Rain jacket and a super light pull-over for slightly-cool nights.
  • A small card game to occupy us on the boring bus trips. 
The whole thing (minus the cameras, and lenses) weighs around 9.5 kgs with the bag. Pretty good for a RyanAir flight. And notice that I'm not cheating by stuffing my pockets full of stuff to avoid going over the weight limit.

I'm pretty proud of myself.

Where am I going?

Draw a Z-shape on a map, starting from Vilnius, going through Riga and ending in Tallinn (or Helsinki, we haven't decided yet). Maybe that's a N-shape. I'll let you decide. S will join me directly at Vilnius, and then we'll do a combination of buses/trains until we reach Riga. Then we hire a car and visit eastern Latvia (going close to the Russian/Belarussian parts) and the natural parks of Estonia.

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Let's hope this time I actually post updates on the trip... unlike last time where I just wrote the first entry and promptly gave up. (Sorry?! (if you are looking for an apology))

    Friday, December 27, 2013

    Trips and trips

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    It's the end of the year and all the students in the town go home. Which leaves the town empty. Luckily two of my friends M&M are making a trip through the region.

    They pick me up and for Christmas, we head to Strasbourg, self proclaimed "Christmas Capital".

    The whole town is lit up. Unlike other towns, the Christmas market is not confined to one square. It's spread all over town. The whole vibe is very different from what I've experienced before. We walk around, and then as evening approaches, we head to a friends house for the dinner.

    Unlike the previous year, this time we are mostly adults and teenagers. Basically everyone knows that Santa is guilty of breaking and entering and such behavior is not to be rewarded with milk and cookies. The conversations range over multiple topics, in multiple languages. Lots of fine wine and fine food is tasted. Finally, late after the presents have been exchanged, we head out to Freiburg where our long trip is just about to begin.

    But right now, we just want to crash into bed. Next destinations and more travel later.

    Monday, November 11, 2013

    My legs hurt

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    Too many weekends went by without me doing much. I'd plan hikes and/or slackline sessions but bad weather or just low turnout messed them up. I lose my fitness level quite quickly (and take ages to get it back) and it had been at respectable levels due all that touch rugby, slacklining and cycling happening in the last few months of my "job hunting" phase. I didn't want to lose it all.

    But weather ended up being routinely bad, especially on the weekends when someone planned a hike; and on weekends where I just planned  lazy activities like a small picnic with slackline and petanque, it ended being exceptionally good.  Eventually another long weekend rolled by and a friend randomly suggested going bicycling. So that's what we did today.

    The terrain was mostly flat, along the river and canals. But now that I don't live in the sunny south, this "good weather day" turned out to be foggy and cold, with maximum temperatures of about 7 C. Thankfully, warm clothing was employed in anticipation. In fact, some speculate that too much warm clothing may have been used, resulting in sweating, possibly leading to more cold being sensed. (yes I know this sentence is written weirdly.) 
    Typical small town on an autumn day - cold, grey and empty.

    Yes, I know that one is supposed to dress for warmer weather but when one hasn't dressed for activities done in sub 10 C weather (except skiing), one routinely over/under-estimates the warming capabilities of one's clothing. Case in point - the bonnet vis-a-vis the scarf. Bonnet pretended to not be there, while Mr Scarf was busy playing the over-achiever.

    Long periods of pseudo-solo cycling (I was the unfit one in the group) lead to lots of contemplation. A recurring thought being how difficult it is to motivate the few people I know to do something (other than the approximately 4-5 people who do show up). As I passed by a guy dressed in military-ish clothing (think camouflage fatigues) standing by the banks waiting to hook a fish, I remembered a surplus store I'd seen in the town center. I remember thinking that that would be a good place to look for light, warm winter clothes, or just plain good hiking stuff. I never went there again... I realized that most of the places (cool or otherwise) I found out about, and many of the people I got to know, in the first month here have been forgotten. It's as if everything I discover in beginning is scratch work, and I got rid of it before starting on the actual work. And this isn't the first place this has happened to me. Food for thought sometime...


    The bike ride "mid-point" was a town (pic above) about 30 km along our route... but only 12 km away from home by the difficult route. Our way to here had been flat, but the 12 km back included getting over a small hill. around 150 m to climb and descend after 30 km of bicycling for an unfit guy is quite a lot to ask. I didn't do it all ... I walked some portions. But thankfully, I didn't hold up the other guys for too long. Overall, it was fun.
    Let's hope that next time, even if it's cold, it is at least a bit more sunny.

    Wednesday, June 5, 2013

    Le move and first impressions

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    I'm off... I left the region I'd grown to love. I left behind the great friends I've made, promising them I'd visit soon. I will visit soon (especially since half my stuff is still there). A long train ride later, I was here with my bags deposited at my CS host (I would move to a temp house in a day). Here's some thoughts on the whole new place:

    - The bisous situation: The number is the same, but we start on a different side. Or maybe we were supposed to start lightly touching the right cheek first anyway and I was doing it all wrong before. In any case, many potentially awkward situations keep arising.

    - Weather: I was warned big time about the weather. But rain and cold in May-end/June hit it home. And then I was told that last winter it got down to -20 C. I'm afraid now.

    - Crowds: So so empty. Quiet streets. Now, don't get me wrong. There are people on streets and there is traffic too. But I just spent a few years in the Côte d'Azur and left it at a time when we had started to brace ourselves, because the "Tourists are coming". The contrast hits you (same with weather).

    - Cars: A nice little surprise is to see how most cars are in good condition. CdA is famous for having shitty old cars in their shitty, scratched, dented state (if you pull your eyes off the fancy new Ferrari that zoomed past). Here, cars are shiny, gleaming and undented. Also, loads more VW and BMWs. So many more BMWs that it is turning into a joke.

    - Language: Errr.... lesser chances of being able to survive with just English. In fact, most of my interactions have been in French. I hear very little English being spoken. Sigh.

    - Streets: Cleaner streets... but damn, someone needs to look after their dogs. So much dog-poo in some areas. Though on a positive note, this place does not stink.

    It's a great city to walk around. It's small and if one has the time (and inclination), one could walk around the whole city and easily see all the sights. I used the bus only for transporting my luggage and the tram when I was running late to meet up with a friend. Otherwise, walking and bicycling are the way to go. This also means that I'll probably postpone my car-buying plans to when I really need it :).

    Tuesday, March 12, 2013

    Trip tech

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    This post is merely a laundry list of basic techy stuff I thought of before going on a trip... and how I ended up using it.

    I went on my trip wondering how I could keep up with my internet needs. I have an Android smartphone and Android tablet for connectivity, and a Kindle. I didn't want to lug my laptop around - it's heavy, 5 years old and my only "computer". I wasn't keen on taking my smartphone as it barely lasts 1 whole day if I use it as a smartphone. I managed to revive an old brick phone (yay Nokia) with week-long lasting batteries, but couldn't find a charger for it.

    Other than having a bigger screen to work with, the tablet I have (a lost-cost no-name model) doesn't offer much advantages over my phone. But the 7 inch screen does make the idea of typing something long-ish or viewing webpages, checking email etc more pleasing. However, it has the same problems as the smartphone - if I use it, I have worry about making sure it's charged. The Kindle lets me have my books (along with a backup of important documents) and lets me not worry about batteries or charging.

    I ended up taking all three along on my trip. Along with their charging cables. I also had my Canon 1000D, but took only the 50mm (f/1.8) lens and no camera bag. I was packing for Ryan Air, I needed to make my bag appear as small as I could. I got a 16Gb card for the camera, and also packed in my USB hard disk to let me backup my photos. It turned out to be a lot of gear. I wasn't actually planning on being a travel journalist;  I just wanted to be sure I could access all the stuff I use.

    I have already set up a ssh server on my laptop, and I got the tablet and my phone running and able to connect to it. Ah, the joys of terminal emulators, ssh and so on! (Now I also have a UPnP server so I can watch my movies on the tablet while lying on my bed.... laziness is cool, but I digress.) I bought a USB-OTG plug to try and see if I could connect my external hard drive to the tablet, but it didn't work.

    In the end, the set up was really cool. Although to transfer pictures from my camera to the hdd, I needed to borrow a laptop. I realized that when it comes to tablets, the low-cost android stuff is a a very bad choice to have to depend on. I was more confident of running things off my phone rather than the tablet. But the tablet made watching movies and browsing easy on the eye. The kindle was my friend during plane/bus travels. From the reviews I see, and the android version I use on my phone, I am extremely tempted to get the Nexus tablets and use it when traveling. I can't stress enough how great it is to read comics/graphic novels on a 7 inch tablet screen (I was re-reading Watchmen).  It's easy to lie on the bed and read stuff, and the screen is big enough to sit in an airport terminal and watch videos on it.

    I'm slowly investing in decent gear - backpacks, shoes, sleeping bags, travel suited equipment. It's expensive, but I managed to pack a lot of stuff in a comparatively non-big bag. Next on the list is to make sure I've good winter wear, but since winter is a long time away, I can hold off on it.
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    Been mostly off blogging and it turns out harder to write when getting back into it. Hope to pick up again, write better and write about less boring stuff.

    Thursday, February 28, 2013

    And where my unplanned plans fail

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    Pretty much the whole point of visiting Barcelona for sight-seeing is to see Gaudi's work and I head to the Sagrada Familia. At the end of my 2 hour slow visit/walk, my camera memory is almost full. Mind is sufficiently blown. I walk around more, go past Casa Batllo and La Pedrera and realize I must get the new memory card in before I enter either of those. I mean, who goes to those places and does not take a photo? I change plans (I'm walking around the city alone, so it's no big deal), stop by hostel and eat and head towards the Parc Guell.

    Barcelona is an interesting and simple town to navigate. It's laid out in a rectangular grid and there is one street running diagonally (helpfully named Diagonal), and if you seem to be walking downhill, you are walking to the sea. It takes approximately 30 seconds to get your bearings if you have a map and can read street signs. The Parc is located on a hill (the one from which all streets head to the sea) and it offers a great panoramic view of the city. It also has more Gaudi architecture. At this point of time I'm going giddy on Gaudi (yes I planned this joke long time ago). As I head back in the evening, I realize I'm catching a cold. I shrug it off and head out at night with the hostel staff again. This time it's more of a dance-y place, which gets me bored. Everyone seems to be there to get drunk and dance and I head back to the hostel. Unfortunately it's cold and raining.

    I'm loading up on my dose of wifi when a troika of French who I'd met the previous day stumble back into the hostel too. They want to continue their party and the hostel receptionist joins in too. We joke and drink around till late night, and I get a sneaking suspicion that my cold is gonna worsen. I sleep in the next day, lazily visit Casa Batllo and grudgingly walk around the Gothic neighbourhood. I decide to give the "experience non-touristy food" ideas a toss and load up on greasy chicken burgers and fries. It's my last evening in Barcelona, and I'm wheez-coughing. We play cards in the common room, watch the Banksy documentary and I drink loads of tea.

    The next day when I wake up, my eyes are red, I can't talk without doubling up into coughs and I suspect I'm running up a temperature. I check out of the hostel and head towards the airport to go to Palma. When I meet my host I in Mallorca I gesture-wheeze to her that I can't speak. We go to an art exhibition anyway but when I finally crash that night, I realize that my trip is heading to a mess. I'd gotten a call for a job interview when in Barcelona, and I have to ensure I get back home in time for it. My health means I should account for recovery days too.

    I spend one entire day in bed in Palma, not enjoying the sun out there. Finally the second day, I venture out, walk around the town, visit more stuff and contemplate about how my trip should progress. I had decided to wing it once I reach Belgium, and try to head north. I had not booked any flights/trains/buses nor booked any hostels or contacted couchsurfers. I decide to cancel off Brussels/Belgium from my plans and decide to head straight home. Booking a last minute return from Palma turns out to cost lesser than booking a last minute return from Brussels. Late in the evening I book a flight to Barcelona - the thought of buying the ticket at the airport crosses my mind and feels strangely adventurous, even though I'm just heading back.

    I reach Barcelona, and have 5 hours to kill before a night bus brings me back to France. My cold and wheeze make just want to sit somewhere, so I sit down at the Barcelona Sants station. Years ago, in school, I had to write an essay on "1 hour at the train station". I smile to myself, remembering how I had hated it, how I had no idea what to write and how angry I'd gotten at the unfairness of it all.  My parents and cousins still tease me about it, so I actually do spend some time observing people. A fight erupts between a security guy and traveler. I note with relief that this being Europe, the security guy doesn't have a gun. People stand and watch, and then move on to their trains, metros or buses. Shifts at the ticket desk change, the workers at the numerous fast-food joints dump out the trash the umpteenth time. I pull out my novel and read. Couple of hours later, I head out to the bus, grab a seat and settle in for the 12 hour long ride back home...

    My "grand trip" around Europe will continue some other time.

    Where I walk a lot in Spain

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    It's 3 am in the morning, I've just been offered a place to crash by a group of Frenchmen (and Frenchwomen? ... or is the collective word just French?). They were intent on partying, and I was just tagging along. Finally they decide that it's time to head back to the apartment. The apartment is officially for 6 people, and they are 11. So, one extra person (me) doesn't really exacerbate the situation.

    The next day, I leave early to Bilbao. S is there to pick me up and the initial plans were to visit Bilbao right away and head to S's place for lunch. But I'm too tired. We head to her home. Her parents have fixed the guest room up for me. I wash up and decide to walk around Getxo. Northern Spain is wonderful, green and the towns are totally unexpected from what I imagined them to be. The buildings aren't new, but they look "different" than the architecture one expects in Europe. We end up walking around a golf course, along cliffs overlooking the Atlantic (I guess this means I've visited the Atlantic on both sides now) and through different residential areas ... it's a 2 hour/10 km walk.

    Later I walk around Getxo center, attend a birthday party and eat more good Spanish food. I notice that most people live in apartments - spacious ones - and kids (mid to late twenties are still kids, cos I refuse to grow up) don't automatically move out. The party moves to a pub when the hosts' parents come back but I head home to crash. Sunday, we walk around Bilbao and then Plentzia. Long walks and long conversations.

    As I head to Santander to catch my plane to Barcelona, I relax. The Ryan Air staff has been chilled out about my bag sizes, and security has been sane. But at Santander, I see some people being pulled out of line to have bag sized. I panic but get stopped only by the security, who don't like me having my shaving razors (Yes, I thought carrying blades wouldn't be bad :P). The wikivoyage site has instructed me well how to cheaply get to Barcelona center, and train+metro+walk up to the hostel.

    As I settle up there, free and unlimited wifi appears. I sprawl out on the bean bags in he common room, chatting with other travellers in the hostel, surfing the net. It's evening so I just wander around the Gracia neighbourhood and later we head out with the hostel staff to a shot bar where almost each shot involves alcohol, fire and magic. (Seriously, if you visit Barcelona, stay at Sant Jordi Hostels, they are great!) Later plans include people heading to a disco/club, which isn't my thing, so some of us head back before long, making plans to sight-see together the next day.

    Friday, January 18, 2013

    Travel conversations

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    In the span of 4 days, I've managed to have multiple long conversations. I'm enjoying this.. I'm less concerned about visiting the museums and the sights of the city. It's probably because I planned my trip to begin with meeting friends.
    I've passed through Marseille a couple of times, never managing to stay more than a couple of hours... or if I did stay, I had some pressing work to be done. I got touristy things done, thankfully not alone. I'd friends for company, friends who acted as guides. I saw the familiar sights and discussed nuclear energy with G (me trying to convince him why it is not a bad thing) and arranged marriages and related stuff with A (in this case me being uncomfortable with the idea as time progresses and him not so much).
    In Paris, I was barely a tourist - I'd planned to see the louvre but laziness, cold weather and catching up with friends meant that went on a backburner. I did see the château de Versailles (damn is that thing huge) and the pantheon (stereotypical pic of Foucoult's pendulum taken). But I'll take away my conversations with O and Y, O explaining why he wants a death penalty and me disagreeing and him giving me enough food for thought, and Y and me complaining to each other about the sad lives of us PhD students.
    The weather got worse in Paris, my face, fingers and toes froze and it started snowing the minute boarding was announced for my flight out. The flight waited the snow out, eventually being 2 hours late. I had a a bus to catch at midnight, from Santander to Bilbao which I missed. At the Santander airport I realised that the only way to the city was a taxi. I happened to hear a group of people talking on French and who looked my age. I asked them if I could share the taxi with them and that eventually ended up with them offering me a place to crash for the night. Not much conversations but they were 11, out to party for a weekend in Spain and they felt a 12th person in the apartment would not do much harm.. Thanks guys.... That saved me from freezing on the street.

    Thursday, January 10, 2013

    Defense and later

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    It's done. I have a PhD now. Feels strange but not that different. Knowing that this will be the last time I'll ever be a student and that this is a degree that says you are the expert puts whole load of different pressure. The few days leading up to the day of the thesis defense were some the most nerve wracking in a long  time.

    But on the day itself, I calmed down. I'd spent the previous day mucking around, reading articles, watching tv - generally destressing. And in the final mock presentation (late night, in pyjamas) I made fewer errors, and finished in time. So the defense went well. I was suited up. The jury showed up, we chatted amiably, I was given 40 minutes to present and I managed to have everything said in 39 minutes.

    The questions lasted about an hour - my friends watching felt that I was given a hard time. But these were questions I'd expected, and I was strangely confident answering them. In fact, I remember actually smiling a couple of times when I was asked a few questions. I honestly felt I was given a gentle treatment.

    So it's done. I have the degree now. And now I'm officially a शिक्षित बेकार. I'm looking for work now... the experience of research tired me out and I feel it's time to work in a company and let go any ideas of academic life. My visa gives me 6 months to look for a job. EU magic means I can travel through EU without much hassle, while post-holiday travel deals means I can do it cheaply.

    The plan is to start off with a backpack to Paris and then Spain... and head to Brussels. That's about 15 days of the trip. After that I'll slow down and try to travel by train, bus or car-sharing and head north. I'll be traveling alone, but visiting friends, or bunking in hostels or with couchsurfers. It's something I've wanted to do (noted here), and my experience in Mexico tells me that I will get tired of it. But I want to see how long I can go (mentally and financially) and try to get a little bit of randomness back.

    I'll probably blog it. Or probably not. I don't know what I'll "learn" or "discover". I do know that I will most likely end up in the growing population of people who hate Ryan Air. And I don't know if I'll be hit by culture shock multiple times.  Though now, I have English and French to help me communicate when I'm lost.

    The laptop will stay home. I've rigged it up so I can ssh in from my phone or tablet. At least I can update my resume "on the go" (I'm also looking for a job, remember?)  and/or back up pictures to there. Let's see how it goes...

    Thursday, December 8, 2011

    October Saturday

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    Umm... 2 shirts, 2 jackets, 2 pants, gloves, muffler ... the Alps don't care. You freeze if you are on a motorcycle.

    But then, your day includes 160 kms of half-frozen riding fun, over 500m "mountains" that lead you to 1000m mountains, across fields of frozen grass, through tiny towns that seem to only live off motorists and motorcyclists that pass by, through valleys cooled by the long shadows of mountains that surround them; over deep narrow gorges that make any climber's eyes sparkle, passing by hours of watching cars race across narrow mountain roads.

    It's morning, 8 am. You grab a cuppa coffee from a small make-shift snack joint, exchange a few sentences about warm gear with the motorcycle riding cops who are there to block traffic for the car rally, and amble off into the spectator zones to find a good spot. A few hours later, after watching close to 50 cars roar into, and out of, the curve you prop open your backpack. Settle down into the now-unfrozen grass, and prepare your sandwiches. The sun has been good.


    For the next leg of the rally, you head to a different section. You pass through 2 tiny villages, stopping by at various places on the way to take pictures. Frequently, the road is just a one way affair - you have to stop to let the car approaching from the opposite direction pass. Sometimes, even the motorcycle has to stop to let the car go safely. And those rally driver idiots are gonna vroom past these places.
    Aiglun, nestled in the mountains
    You reach the finish point of the stage, a small village perched in the mountains. Park the motorcycle and  hike along to find a good spot. Now, you are not on the plains as before. There are some sharp bends in the road, next to which run some tiny trails that lead you to a nice vantage point with an overhead view of the bend. You grab a spot along with 20 others. From here, you see all the cars mid-turn, in all their rubber-burning glory. The light is fading, so for the final few cars, you decided to go into the inside of the turn. Makes for great pics.



    A few dozen pics later, you realize you are tired. You walk back to your motorcycle, gobble down a few more sandwiches and head back home. It's been a great day.

    Wednesday, November 30, 2011

    A list

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    A little list of things/seemingly crazy adventures I want to go on soon (5 years?), in not any particular order:

    - Tour du Mont Blanc (TMB). And if I get really ambitious, the GR5.
    - The Pandharpur Yatra. The approximately 250 km route. I have no interest in the religious significance, but am only intrigued by the idea of walking along with half a million people.
    - On a similar note, the Road to Santiago. If one begins in Arles, it's a little more than 1300 km. Again, no interest in the religious significance. This one ranks with the GR5 in difficulty (mental, more than physical).
    - A really random, backpacking kinda trip in India.
    Any of the trips on this website.
    - A week/month long backpacking/hitchhiking trip across Europe... or just France.
    - The GR20 in Corsica. This one seems most accessible to me right now. Just need to work on my fitness.

    There are more things out there that tempt me. But right now, this list is what comes to mind.

    Donations will be accepted.

    Sunday, July 3, 2011

    Enchiladas and Mechanisms

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    A collection of posted status messages and unposted but intended tweets that might describe my trip to Mexico:

    Pre (and during) flight:
    - Me vs Airline Baggage restrictions
    - Okay Lufthansa, I know they speak Spanish in Mexico, but that is no reason to send me to Madrid.
    - 12 hours into the trip, I'm still on the same continent, closer to home than where I was 5 hours ago.

    In Mexico, in the inter-city bus:
    - Call off the search parties, these Mexican buses have free wifi!
    - Am I in Mexico or am I doing the Pune-Satara leg in a Volvo?

    In Guanajuato:
    - This hotel room is better than home. #canIstayhereforever?
    - Describing my research to people infinitely more qualified than me suddenly makes it interesting again.
    - The curse of the light poles is now officially in Mexico too.
    - Someone should export Mexican food to France
    - Chili makes beer better. #micheladas

    Mexico City!
    - People who look like me, food stalls on the streets, shops selling bags, utensils etc, people shouting out the list of candies they are selling in the train: Looks like this place has been lifted out of Dadar in Mumbai.
    - Dear pre-hispanic Mexicans: next time, please build the pyramids closer.
    - Dear modern-day Mexicans: please explain how you drink so much.

    Cancun:
    - Dear Mexican airline people.... I was asking where the airline desk is, and you ushered me through security without a hitch. The fact that I got to the gate without a boarding pass is your fault, not mine. So why are you checking my bag when I want to go back out?
    - If this bus has even a tiny accident, I'm gonna lose my knees. #stupid-leg-room.
    - Heh.. there is a university in Cancun... yea.. right.. they "study"
    - Okay.. I need some answers. Which idiot has been making Aztec sacrifices to the rain god? Here's something you should know: 1) Sacrifices are illegal. 2) Rain has been following me for days now
    - Yay! Sunshine! No rain! waitaminute.....Who turned on the sauna?
    - Someone replaced the sand on the beach with baby powder! Is it because this is the New World?
    - And the water! Don't mess with my head. Just tell me how you made it so clear?

    Journey back:
    - Dear Lufthansa, you said it was a window seat. No seriously, you promised it was a window seat. This one is not even at the aisle.
    - Apparently, it's okay to get duty-free Tequila in your backpack from Mexico to Frankfurt, but not okay to continue carrying it to Nice. So if you hear of a Tequila Party in Frankfurt, remember who actually bought it.

    A little note:
    Dear Mexicans, you are just like us Indians. We look the same. We eat spicy food. Our cities are overcrowded, and alive. The metros, trains, buses are full of stinky people who need a shower.
    ... And we all want to go to the US of A.

    Thursday, July 29, 2010

    Notes: Paris

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    1: Too many people hyped it up for. Sigh.... I wonder why Rome doesn't inspire the same thoughts in people.

    2: Holy SHIT the metro is everywhere. It's like big brother. And there is barely any region in the metro where you cannot get a GPRS signal, let alone normal cell phone coverage.

    3: Can someone tell me a time of the year when Eiffel Tower or Louvre is little less crowded? Also, can someone gift me a wide angle lens before I go see these places again?

    4: The river. It adds something to a city. The sight of a full, serene river is magnificent. It helps that there are 400+ years old buildings on either side of the river.

    5: Roller blading / Inline skating in Paris is fun. And painful. My feet hurt for 2 days. Try it people. A map and skates and off you go.

    The past few days, I have been wondering why I wasn't floored by Paris. It's lively, yes; and it's busy. It's got old, giant buildings with loads of history that made me think two things: "Whoa" like Keanu Reeves, and "umm, whats wrong with us Indians? What do we not want to protect our own structures and locations?" But is it a city to visit alone? I don't know.

    I wasn't alone, in the strictest sense of the word. I met loads of new people. Partied, picnic-ed, sight-saw did some sight-seeing, lunched, roller-bladed, took-pictures, got lost, cooked, with these people. I think I made some fun friends, who I hope to catch up with soon. But there was this one moment where I wished that a bunch of people I knew, from India and US, should have been on the trip with me. A phone with internet gives you all info about a place you are visiting, but wouldn't you rather eat up half-truths told confidently?

    A place where I was at bliss being alone is the Musée des Arts et Metiers. There is a link to the official website (which is mostly in French) on the wiki page. This museum holds the original Foucault's pendulum, and loads of other stuff. The best part - it's almost empty, because it's got science exhibits. The place is where the climax of the book Foucault's Pendulum is set; a book which I enjoyed a lot, even though I found it very difficult to keep up with.

    Fun Fact got from the museum: To calibrate the measure of 1 meter, the distance between Barcelona and Dunkirk was measured, over a period of 7 years. They got it right to a few millimeters (2 or something). This was in 1792-9. Yea. Deep breath. Soak up that. Try measuring the length of your room correct up to 2 mm.

    I spent over 2 hours on one floor of the museum, the one that housed all these stories. I rushed through the other parts, the comparatively recent exhibits (just 100 years old or so on).

    Do I want to go back to Paris? Yea. I feel I have missed something. Not just the fact that I didn't go inside Louvre. Or Notre Dame. I can't pin point it, but I want to go back and stay a few more days.

    Does that mean that I actually like the city after all?

    Friday, March 26, 2010

    Travel Blog

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    I wanted to write about my trips. Sometimes, only photos do not convey the experience. Most of my previous attempts to write about a trip sucked. Too long, too boring and no pictures. I wanted to keep this blog separate, focus on thoughts, non-travel experiences and such.

    So, I started a new blog. Hopefully I'll write there often enough. I'll pepper it with pictures too. Somehow, I want to describe the photos taken in the blog posts without making it boring or obscure. Thanks to overabundance of technology, I can now actually geo-tag photos I take. And map walking routes. Let's see how it works out.

    Oh, the link: www.oxbow-lakes.blogspot.com. Read, comment, share.

    Thursday, March 18, 2010

    What's up?

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    I realise that I have subscribed to 32 feeds in my Google Reader. I'm also following 44 people. I have an active Facebook account, I've not switched off Buzz. And I frequent Cnn, Times of India (bad choice, I know), Cricinfo, Engadget, Cnet.

    Oh, and I'm also supposed to be doing a PhD. I've re-discovered my addiction to reading. Though, along with books it includes all those above things. Which means that reading papers and work stuff is lagging behind. Shit! Hence, a recent curfew was put into place. Most forms of chat were switched off. I didn't go as ninja as this one suggests. But I have contemplated it.

    So what has happenned in recent times? Trip to Venice. It's a great city. VISIT it. I would definitely want to go there again. I caught up on Tv Shows  - How I Met Your Mother and Californication. HIMYM is the simple-minded addicted sitcom thingy. Once you start a season, lack of anything better to do makes you want to finish it. I finished it. Californication is good. Though I would have been happy if they had stopped at Season 1. Now that Season 2 has ended in a way to set up Season 3, I will have to watch it.

    As a way to be less online and more in the "real" world, I picked up sailing lessons. Catamarans! It's fun. Especially when 6 minutes into the sea, a gust of wind and inexperience causes the boat to flip. Not entirely, but you get thrown into icy cold water. But sailing requires you to be able to swim 50 metres unaided. I can swim, but not too far. So I need to go the pool and do them some laps. And doing them laps I am.

    Went skiing the other day. I was told that since I can roller-blade and since I have tried ice-skating, skiing wouldn't be a problem. Big old overconfident me had a fun time trying to figure out how to stay standing on those skis. The repeated taste of snow+ice is not all that fun. But eventually I managed to move and stop when I wanted (almost). Success!

    And finally, have been looking for motorcycles. And will be buying one in a week. In the process of doing the paperwork and insurance and stuff. So, next week a 500cc baby monster will roll in.

    Wednesday, October 21, 2009

    A loong looong hike

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    Day - 12th May, 2009.
    When you like to take photographs and write (sometimes), its really helpful that they complement each other. I can associate stuff I have written about with the photos I took, and the photos I took help me remember stuff that I might have forgotten. I have been procrastinating writing this for a long time, but I know I'll be mad at myself if I don't. Right now, I remember stuff that happened, I have time and I also have the photos to help me remember stuff. 
    To know what I'm talking about in this post, read Day One of the trip to the Smokies.

    So I woke up a couple of times in the night, because I thought that the night was over. But it wasn't. Each time I felt fresh and then got mad at myself for waking up so early. I finally woke up at 5-ish (the common wake up time was 6 I believe) and got ready. When you wake up an hour early, its extremely peaceful. You can sleepwalk and take your own sweet time going through the motions, if you get my drift. Also, the darkness and lack of any sounds makes it a little eerie too. I realised that since I was up, awake and ready, I could sleep again until others got ready. :) (I absolutely adore my ability to sleep any amounts of time. The more the merrier is what my brain believes, in regard to sleep).

    Judging by weather forecasts, we had decided the previous night that we should re-schedule our hike to Mt. Le Conte from 13th May to today. The chances of rain-free days later in the week were smaller. This is why there has to be a trip leader. Rick and Dana were calling the shots on this trip, which streamlined everything. No arguments, no bickering and no "alternative plans that will be better". Its nice to follow sensible directions and instructions. (If you are in Gainesville and Rick and Dana have planned a trip and invited you, go! Don't miss it!)

    We got going soon, pretty much on time. Had breakfast at the Holiday Inn. Omlettes with cheese and meat (chicken preferably) or spinach florentineare awesome. Try them some time. We took our time with breakfast, and finally reached the start of the Alums Cave Bluffs Trail at around 11 am. The thing that I loved was how unlike Florida the whole place is: the twisting roads, huge mountains, tall trees and gushing streams close to the road. We began our hike. Rick warned us that the best parts are at the top and we shouldn't spend too much time at the bottom. After all, we had 2853 feet to climb, and 5.5 miles to walk.


    But the waterfalls near the start are so pretty, we couldn't stop ourselves from trying to get the right pictures. None that I took seemed to do enough justice. We spent a good 20 minutes at the first half mile. We weren't holding the group up (We = Taran, Subrat, Me) but were pretty much making sure that we wouldn't get enough time at the top. Rick had to issue a stern warning again. The second time, it worked. For me, the warning served to remind me that it was 11.30 am, we needed 3 hours to reach top, 3 to get down and about an hour at least at the top. If we spent more time down, we'd have to get down in the dark. Funny how simple, logical arguments need so much time for our brain to register.

    Taran and I pretty much decided to implement the blitzkreig strategy. We would run up some distance and stop when we felt that the spot was picturesque. Then we would spend all time we could taking the best pic and then start running up again. We left most of the group behind. We did occassionally catch up with Jim, Alok and his friends, but since they did not spend so much time taking photographs, they managed to get quite ahead of us. Us taking photographs was quite complicated. First, it involved scouting the scenery. Then, the location for positioning the camera was selected, followed by setting up the tripod, adjusting the camera settings (aperture, shutter speed and ISO). Auto-focus is way easier than using manual focus on a non-dslr camera.

    I have done hikes which have entailed climbing 2800 feet or more. The Sinhagad Fort near Pune is about the same height. But, the distance that we traverse in to climb that height is much less. 5.5 miles of slow, uphill trail is a tough challenge. Rick, Dana and Jim need to be commended on their physical fitness for doing this hike. Rick and Jim surely would have been faster than us if there was a "race", and they are more than twice my age!

    As we neared the top, I started getting mad at how large a distance of 5.5 miles is. It doesn't seem to ever end! We finally reached the top - the Mt. Le Conte Lodge. This place is so popular, that the rooms get booked around a year in advance. And there is no cancellation policy. If you are stuck with bad weather, tough luck. When we reached the place, all we wanted to do was unpack our lunches and eat in silence. The lunch served at the lodge is mostly sandwiches and stuff, since all groceries and supplies are carried up (on mules, I think). This makes it that much more expensive and so we had decided earlier to just carry our lunch with us. The lodge has an office where they sell souvenirs and we all knew we wanted something. The first thing I heard Dana say when she got there was: I want my shirt before I go anywhere else. The lodge sells great souvenir shirts with the map and height printed on it, and a line saying: "I hiked it in 2009".

    We had our lunches and our share of photos and went to the topmost point on the mountain. It is officially 6593 feet above sea level at this point and it offers an almost panaromic view of the area. We had another photo session here and goofed off a bit. We came back to Lodge and we saw the sign that we had been searching for. The sign at the Dining Room reads the elevation (6593 feet), location (LeConte Lodge) and the date (12 May 2009). ALL of us posed with that sign in the background.

    We started our way down at around 4.30 pm. Again, Jim and Alok's friends (Abhijeet and Jin) led the way. Taran and I started our mad dash down, with frequent stops to take pictures. There was a time when I was daunting by hikes - not because I couldn't climb the heights, but because getting down was harder; your feet slip, knees hurt and you always seem to be heading towards a fall. Over a period of time, I learnt how to "run" down without it being too risky. Running down makes it so much easy! The 5.5 miles breezed through on the way down. Of course, we still took around 2 & half hours to get down but it seemed much faster. On the way down, at Alum Cave Bluffs we caught up with Abhijeet playing the flute. Jim, Jin and he were taking a rest stop and Abhijeet decided to unwind by playing the flute.

    I always hate it when people play music in the wild because it always seems incongruous with the surroundings. But I was wrong about the flute. It seems magical to listen to it. The only other sound in such areas is the wind through the trees and the flute seems to support that melody. I cannot express it well, but if you happen to have a flautist on your hike, make sure he plays. :P

    Everyone walked down at their own pace. Finally by 8 pm everyone was at the car park. Alok, Jin, Abhijeet, Jim, Rick and Dana decided to head back to camp to rest. The rest of us were hungry. Rick warned us that we might not find anything in the town, since most places close early. In case we found nothing, we could head back to camp and eat there. Luckily about 30 mins of driving around got us to a Wendy's (or Burger King, I forget). Everyone ate at least 1 burger. I shocked the whole lot by gulping down 3. Honestly, I don't know where they disappeared.

    We got back to camp where we stayed up only for a short while. Nothing had been planned for the next day. We debated about going to Clingman's Dome the next day, or just hiking around the other nearby waterfalls. No one was inclined to rise early and watch the sunrise from Clingman's Dome (something which one shouldn't miss, according to Vikas). We slept off still undecided about the next day...
    Judging by the time lag between posts about this trip, I'm not sure when I'll write about the next two days. Pray that it happens soon...

    Monday, May 25, 2009

    A loong looong drive

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    It took another long drive and another trip to make me start writing this one. I had thought about writing a log for my camping trip to the Smoky Mountains. But I inadvertently mentioned it to Dana on Facebook, and then suddenly half the world knew about it. And expected me to write this brilliant piece. And this put me off from writing it. Until, I had to go to Jupiter, Florida for a conference. The trip there, with my advisor and lab-mates, reminded me how I had made notes to myself while going to the Smokies and got me back to wanting to write about it. I almost was gonna write it at the hotel the night before I was supposed to present my paper.

    So, the grand plan was that 17 of us (initially there were 24, but many chickened out... they missed out on something real cool) would camp out in the Smokies, at the Deep Creek Campground in Bryson City, NC, hike around to the nearby waterfalls and hike up to Mt LeConte, one of the highest mountains east of the Mississippi. I have camped 3 times previously and I know that a large group does not necessarily mean a fun group while camping. I was extremely wary of this trip. But, I realised that the one time when I did not enjoy the experience, the people in the group had been forced to come since they had been told that camping is fun. All of them did not want to camp, but since it was supposed to be fun, and since the others were doing it, they trudged along. And complained.

    This time around everyone had come in on their own volition. Also, Dana had taken the role of the trip-mom. Well, she calls us her kids anyway and does a heck of a job doing that. Vikas and I were gonna drive the bunch up and I decided to not involve in the decision and planning process too much. Well, too many cooks... you know the rest. Dana almost single-handedly got all the stuff needed, and Sanketh helped her quite a bit.

    The point is, on 11th May 2009, 13 of us managed to wake up and get ready by 5 am and leave for the Smokies. We left an hour late, at 6 am but that wasn't too terrible. Early morning driving is difficult. There are still very few people on the road, the ones in the car, including me, are sleepy. Add to that the fact that the occupants in the car have to warm up to each other. If its close friends, you hit the right note quickly, but otherwise you just poke around for sometime till you figure out what to talk. An 8 hour drive is a long one, and you better have common things of interest.

    Our first stop was at Waffle House, just a few miles into Georgia on the I-75. I needed coffee. And coke... Turns out that if you take coffee and Coca Cola, the sugar-caffeine blast kicks in fast. Varun decided that he was hungrier than us and got a to-go breakfast that he ate in the car. The coffe-coke worked and I was back to driving safely. The first music cd had done its loop once and we had decided that it sucked. All boring, sad songs. The second CD had a couple of good songs, but we soon realised that every alternate song was "Mitva" from the movie Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna. Its a good song.. but not when you hear it so many times. And when the CD starts to skip tracks.

    Thats when we started slowly getting tipped over to the crazy side. Though we were still a bit too hungry to do anything. So around 11ish, after a series of phone calls between the three different cars, we decided to take the first exit where we could find a Subway. Exit 187 it was, and there we say Waffle House again. So except for a few, who went to Subway as decided, all of us trudged into Waffle house. In between the general banter about how boring driving on the interstate is, we decided to take a scenic route. The exit 187 is the exit to highway US 83 (or SR 83, I'm not sure), which goes up to Athens, GA (home of the Georgia Bulldogs). This road goes via towns like Monticello and others with funny names like Shady Dale (Trust me, a sign that says Bank of Shady Dale is eerily similar to Bank of Shady Deal).

    The road is a bit narrow, winding and has beautiful houses on both sides. The maps shows me that all that greenery and scenic views are because the road goes through Oconee National Forest and is next to Piedmont Wildlife Refuge. Just before starting this leg of the journey, we had got some more CDs from the other car. And with food in our bellies, awesome scenic views, and a new CD with all songs supporting Obama, we just went crazy. Singing, dancing, screaming, clapping, random photo-clicking, hitting the cushions of the driver's seat, beat-boxing - all those things happened. And that kept me awake. Somewhere before Athens, we joined on to US 441, which goes all the way into Smokies, and beyond. I think I have a love-hate relationship with that road. On almost all trips I have been on, except the one to California, I have driven past or on that road. Its like everwhere! This angers and pleases me simultaneously.

    Anyway, we stopped at a mall/ store called Ingles.. something like Walgreens or Publix or similar for a small break. We knew that the "Destination" was about an hour away. With everyone in high spirits, munching on popcorn and other snacks bought at Ingles, we drove ahead. We played catch up with the other car, occasionally breaking our "Follow the white car" rule. We reached Deep Creek Campground at around 5 or 6 pm, I do not recall. But we had enough sunlight and time to set up tent and plan for a small hike to a nearby waterfall. I discovered here that I have been setting up a tent the wrong way for the past 1.5 years. Interestingly, none of the other times did we have a problem. So its not all that bad.

    We went to the Juney Whank Waterfalls. Its less than a mile for the campground and is pretty beautiful. There is a small bridge that goes over the stream and a trail takes you ahead to the other waterfalls and points of interest. We did not go ahead. An extended photo session commenced with some of us going to extreme spots to get that perfect photo. As light started fading, we walked back to camp, and prepared dinner. Beans, rice (cooked the previous night), tortillas, carrots with hummus, salsa and such came to the rescue. The long drive had me exhausted, and by 9.30 pm I was ready to fall down. The others were setting up a campfire as I crashed. I do not know how many stayed up that night and for how long.

    All I know was that it was getting chilly, and I was awake enough to decide to wear layers, a beanie and slip into my nice, warm cozy sleeping bag for a night that was gonna have temperatures of around 5 Celsius (41 F).

    Friday, January 2, 2009

    Tada!

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    1) Ask a policeman if it is alright to go on the beach at midnight, and when he says that you cannot stay there after 1 am, you proceed to the beach and play volleyball until a strange drunk man comes to watch you play. Then you pack off and have "breakfast" at Waffle House that tops off the awesome Udipi dinner you had.

    2) Drive through a fog that almost results in zero visibility at 3 am since you want to reach the Florida Keys early next morning. Later, watch the sun rise over the Atlantic as you drive along US highway 1, somewhere between Homestead, Fl and Key Largo. In the west, you see mist and fog over the small ponds around which awesome expensive houses have been built, and over the marshes that make up the Everglades.

    3) Stroll along the beach, play volleyball and then take a 90 min nap in the blazing sun while the guys who didn't drive swim and play frisbee in the water.

    4) Lunch at IHOP, nap in the motel room that you booked, dine at Burger King, and head to Key West to check the party scene at Duval Street. After an awesome time there, head back and stop at the 7 mile bridge to look at the sky. Top off another day by sighting some shooting stars.

    5) Head to Key West, stop again at the 7 mile bridge to take some photos in daylight. Reach Key West, find an awesome free parking spot right next to the pier, walk around, take the sunset snorkeling cruise, snorkel around 7 miles away from the shore (drink some seawater in the process and see some awesome fish). Sea food for dinner on Duval Street, and hang around to see people partying.

    6) Laze around the Bahia Beach while Onkar and Nikhil kayak. Go to Miami, reach South Beach, park the car and walk around Ocean Drive. Take a cab to the Bayside Market Area to watch the live music concert and fireworks. Enjoy the kick that beer gives you, roam around and enjoy the fireworks. Take a cab back to South Beach and hang around. Watch the ppl. A couple of guys are already high and out, so enjoy their pearls of wisdom.

    7) Leave Miami at 4:30 am on the 1st of January 2009. Drive for about 2 hours and have breakfast, which makes you drowsy. Some scary 40 minutes of drowsy driving later, you pull over at the next service plaza and just plain go to sleep. Reach Gainesville, have lunch and go to sleep again!

    Happy New Year.

    Last year started off sucky and ended up being awesome. I guess this one should end up awesomer.