Sometime in the next few days I am setting out on the ball ache of a journey that is the route to India from my front door, commencing with a twenty-minute taxi ride, followed by a four-hour coach journey to Heathrow airport, then several hours of tediously waiting around at that last bastion of transportation and aviation, to then board an aeroplane to then be placed in my holding pen that the airline call a seat, for about Six hours before landing at Dohar which I am reliably informed is in Qatar, an oil rich nation somewhere on the Arabian Gulf, where I will have to disembark for god knows how long, and then re-board yet another plane, oh much joy, to then be placed again in an equally cramped, and uncomfortable airline seat to travel for yet another four hours in, yes you guessed it the upright sitting position that is “Cattle class”.
If I am lucky enough to survive this and all being well crashes, delays, and technical hold-ups allowing, I will land in Gods own Country Kerala, sometime around eighteen to twenty hours after I leave my home in the bosom of England; the best part though is that once I get through that ordeal in travel I get to remain there in Kerala, and yes I can hear myself relaxing already, for a couple of weeks of sunshine, food of the curried kind and the odd beer or two.
Yes Im am being a tourist and have parked myself in a resort hotel, all mod cons, including air conditioning, scrupulously clean everywhere, swimming pools and a private beach, the joy of a western toilet, and as much food and drink as I can stuff down all held together by the hotel staff whose sole purpose in life is to ensure I am HAPPY 🙂
Come on give me a break I’m not a nineteen year old backpacker these days, and although the hotel is the base, and to some extent a place of safety from the jaw dropping extravaganza that is India; it is what is outside the front door that interests me, yep the jaw dropping extravaganza thats why I have put myself through the miseries of travelling cattle class to get there, having spent the last year accumulating the pennies, resisting the vice and temptation of the western world to get to this little corner of heaven for some memories that will hopefully last me the rest of my life..
I may be a grumpy old man, well thats how some define me but I will blog lots while I am there, reporting on my trips to the restaraunts, toddy houses and food markets that cross my path. I am for all my faults a man of the modern world and will go equipped to blog… laptops and cameras at the ready, hopefully you will join me and mine through this journey and pass some comment as I go…..