An unconventional trip

Started packing as I was getting late for the bus off to my friends' wedding place. I know I should have done that bit before but owing to the festive spirit of me had some beers the night before so packing.... na... not a good idea. Any ways took the bag and there started my journey to a hostile land. Had to stop by the ATM to withdraw some cash and by luck the machine was not working so I thought I will also try the thing most of Discovery channels guys do a trip in 500 bux.

Went to the bus a nice lady was standing and the bachelor in me started to come out but then just as we ere starting to notice each other the bus came.

My partner in bus was a guy travelling off to Goa. Nice company we discussed a lot of world and the crisis. Finally reached the place ...Ankola was the name. 

The bus driver had to take a turn so he asked me to take a mini cab and what a perfect gentleman he was he even stopped one for me. The mini cab was a little too mini even for me. For the first time in my life i started experiencing the pain snakes would experience when the roam around in that curly motion. I was standing like one with a bag thank God it had just the basics.

My friend' brother had come down to pick me up and off we went to vegetable market had to get things done for the wedding. Like a sincere friend I helped (and I don't know how to 

distinguish the bad from the ugly as far as those green things are concerned).

I reached her place around 1100 am . It was a serene calm place surrounded by mountains. I had already picked some for trekking.

Her place was flooded with relatives uncles,aunts,uncle' uncle,aunts' aunt and to my horror she asked me to stay at her place for the night. Ok time to go to hibernation in the room above.

Had a nice sleep only to wake up at 1600.

Her bother' friend was already waiting for me to get up to show the place. How kind of her to ask her brother' pal to hang around as I was alone.

   

"Akash....Gem of a guy"

He asked me for the choices .The beach ....waters are calling I said (keeping to my reputation of Machlee the fish my college friends gave me). We decided to go the beach called Honni bai beach only to be changed to Honey beach named by some outside dudes who could not pronounce the name.

We decide to walk till the beach which was around 4 Km from her place. We went down to the beach but just when we were about to fall cursing our decision to walk a bus cam to the rescue. We hopped in only to hop out again as we were there. So we took the bus for around distance no less than 100 paces. Getting down I decided (I would take the full responsibility) to go to some other spot as I was in no mood to swim in my trunks in front of all the families around.

We asked one wise guy(sometimes wisdom does not come with age) about the other side of the beach who told us just to walk down and cross a little uphill ahead to reach to the next side.

The little uphill he was referring to was a huge hill which we had to cross going through the bushes and praying we do not found any snakes or pigmies waiting for us so that they can have a feast . But adventure man we did it and once again to my sense of crossing forests I was wearing a T shirt so bruised and tired we finally reached the top just too see the steep slope ahead which was around 1 km again we had to cross to get to the so called other side of the beach which we realized was different beach in all .....The Manjguni beach. It was not a beach but a small spot of sand with beach like ambience. The machlee inside me started hopping out dying for water ....splash and I was in . I lay there admiring he clouds in a bed of water. What a feeling. The world stopped the clear skies above and water. The tiredness had gone only till we realized the time was going a little fast that day. We came out dried ourselves and I was thinking of the talent possessed by man' best friend DOG for the shaking manevour it performs to dry off... we use towels instead what a waste.

As the moon was up we tried searching for an alternate route for way out to the abode. We got some locals who charged us 100 bux again for a ride in the latest hero honda cd100 till home. Feeling helpless we gave them the demanded ransom(It was a ransom!!!!!).

Reached home had some food than all the family gathered around. My friend' mom was trying to make some conversation so was me sincerely but owing to the different languages we landed up being speechless. Feeling bad I went off to the bed in my room above as the next day was the big day the wedding.

We all woke early next day then started the pooja (worships). After some basics we headed for the marriage hall.

The wedding started..... and it finished. What one hor wedding is over I double checked my watch just to make sure my watch was not running in some nuclear powered fuel. No it was not.Its a new guiness record for an Indian wedding.

 

"Sheetal and Pradeep....the couple...wish them great life ahead"

The wedding was over and so was the food so then we started making out for the rest of the day. Time was 1400 beach...ummmm.....bad idea so we decided we will go in around at 1600 to the beach as some of my friend' relatives also wanted to the see the beach. 

So we killed the time having a samosa and fish fry (Bangda ....was the fish which we digested without a burp!!!!).

We went back to pick up the folks just then I realized I was in my formal attire . Great beach formals and what else was next.

We landed at the beach sharp at 1615. It was a calm place just me Akash and the family....keeping decency in mind I did not splashed in the beach and the machlee inside me died of the lack of water.

"Honne Gudi beach"

So thought of clicking some snaps by my high definition Nokia N 70 moblie:

"No ball who cares we have ample of plastic here........"

"The sunset........."

The sun' reign was over so was my trip.

While coming back I was reflecting on the learnings of the trip:

1) Trip for two days 500 bux is a good amount

2) Beach in formals bad idea

3) Know the basic language of the place you are visiting

4) Weddings can get over really fast.

5) Never book a seat on the back if you are traveling on a bus specially on the way back.

6) And yes......DO NOT USE PLASTICE OTHERWISE KIDS WONT THINK OF THE OTHER OPTION I.E THE BALL.