If you had read my previous posting, you might be wondering, did this girl ever made it through.. Well, the fact that I am writing this blog is a sign that I am doing fine.
There were some red pills that I had to swallow in the middle of my trip.. It completely shook me and now I am staggering back.. I forced myself to think away from my career and enjoy what was offered.. The fall out, I roamed about the city, mostly on my own. It is so much fun to walk into stores like Nordstorm, Macys.. trying to familiarize with the brands.. recalibrate and try to estimate what is expensive and what is not. There is a kick in walking around the city, with a map, at 8.0 PM, temperature 0 - 5 degree celsius. When you have someone to show you around the place, you miss minute details like, do I turn this left or the next. You are forced to read directions from map.. Your understanding of the layout improves.... Maybe the loner in me, jus unleashed herself.. Watever..
The journey back was even more interesting. I was booked on British Airways (Seattle - Heathrow - Bangalore). As luck would have it, there was a problem with luggage scanning machine in terminal 4 of Heathrow and BA pilot strike. Little did I know the madness had just started.
Seattle - Heathrow (BA around 10 hours journey)
Heathrow (9 hours stop over)
Heathrow - Bombay (Jet air 10 hours )
Bombay (2 hours stop over)
Bombay - Bangalore (Jet air 1 hour)
Bangalore (3 hours stop over)
Bangalore - Chennai (Paramount 1 hour)
That totals up to 36 hours of travel straight. Almost 2 dayz.. no shower .. unbrushed teeth.. at the end of the trip I felt like a pig.
Since this was my first trip, I am not complaining (atleast not as much as I should be). The trip till Heathrow was uneventful. I landed in Heathrow around 12 noon terminal 4, and were to board a flight from terminal 3 at 9.10 PM. Only when one takes the shuttle from one terminal to another, does one realize how big the airport is. In terminal 3, airport passenger screen is so detailed. It is kind of embarssing when you are asked to remove your belt, when there are twenty men behind you in a queue. Not that they care. Its just odd. But if this is going to save me from terrorists, so be it.
With nine hours in hand, I hit the duty free shops early. For the first time, I was wondering around a full fledged liquor shop. This seemed so cool. I was looking at brands and associate the percentage alcohol content(hopefully I should be able to make a better decision ;)). I finally decided on two bottles of Chivas regal 15 .. a cool offer buy 2 for 30 pounds. I picked up the two bottles carefully and laid them on the counter. I was asked to produce my boarding pass. The women in counter shook her head and said, I should not be buying them. She went on to explain, I was not going straight into Bangalore and liquor was not allowed as hand luggage in Bombay-Bangalore flight. My heart sank as I gave up my carefully picked up bottles at the counter. Crap!! Dejected I walked out. (Later, in Bombay, I saw people shoving bottles into their check-in luggages)
As I was strolling around the shops, I saw an Indian woman, who was travelling with me from Seattle, and looked like she was going to Bangalore as well. We had a round of self introductions. She was carrying a 2 months old baby and was struggling to cope up, with the journey. For some reason, I began to admire her from the very begining. We went around the shops, got more chocolates and had a quick lunch. Then she said, she worked for Microsoft... I was zapped.. I am so into Linux, that when someone say they work/worked for Microsoft, I react strangely. I have cursed Windows so many times, for so many reasons. Offlate I seem to talk to a lot more people associated with Microsoft.. So many sane people, who work for Microsoft. Surprising ;) ... probably the pay..;). Just kidding. We boarded the plane, came to Bombay, breezed through customs, got our baggage back, checked it in again, boarded a shuttle to domestic airpot and finally boarded the flight to bangalore.We said our good byes and parted, admiring her courage yet again, for taking the tedious journey.
Once in Bangalore, I decided I needed to be home. A friend helped me book a flight to Chennai waited for another 3 hours and finally reached Chennai. Phew.. That was one helluva experience.. I have no regrets what so ever for taking this journey. The Seattle city made it worthwhile.. Amen..
There were some red pills that I had to swallow in the middle of my trip.. It completely shook me and now I am staggering back.. I forced myself to think away from my career and enjoy what was offered.. The fall out, I roamed about the city, mostly on my own. It is so much fun to walk into stores like Nordstorm, Macys.. trying to familiarize with the brands.. recalibrate and try to estimate what is expensive and what is not. There is a kick in walking around the city, with a map, at 8.0 PM, temperature 0 - 5 degree celsius. When you have someone to show you around the place, you miss minute details like, do I turn this left or the next. You are forced to read directions from map.. Your understanding of the layout improves.... Maybe the loner in me, jus unleashed herself.. Watever..
The journey back was even more interesting. I was booked on British Airways (Seattle - Heathrow - Bangalore). As luck would have it, there was a problem with luggage scanning machine in terminal 4 of Heathrow and BA pilot strike. Little did I know the madness had just started.
Seattle - Heathrow (BA around 10 hours journey)
Heathrow (9 hours stop over)
Heathrow - Bombay (Jet air 10 hours )
Bombay (2 hours stop over)
Bombay - Bangalore (Jet air 1 hour)
Bangalore (3 hours stop over)
Bangalore - Chennai (Paramount 1 hour)
That totals up to 36 hours of travel straight. Almost 2 dayz.. no shower .. unbrushed teeth.. at the end of the trip I felt like a pig.
Since this was my first trip, I am not complaining (atleast not as much as I should be). The trip till Heathrow was uneventful. I landed in Heathrow around 12 noon terminal 4, and were to board a flight from terminal 3 at 9.10 PM. Only when one takes the shuttle from one terminal to another, does one realize how big the airport is. In terminal 3, airport passenger screen is so detailed. It is kind of embarssing when you are asked to remove your belt, when there are twenty men behind you in a queue. Not that they care. Its just odd. But if this is going to save me from terrorists, so be it.
With nine hours in hand, I hit the duty free shops early. For the first time, I was wondering around a full fledged liquor shop. This seemed so cool. I was looking at brands and associate the percentage alcohol content(hopefully I should be able to make a better decision ;)). I finally decided on two bottles of Chivas regal 15 .. a cool offer buy 2 for 30 pounds. I picked up the two bottles carefully and laid them on the counter. I was asked to produce my boarding pass. The women in counter shook her head and said, I should not be buying them. She went on to explain, I was not going straight into Bangalore and liquor was not allowed as hand luggage in Bombay-Bangalore flight. My heart sank as I gave up my carefully picked up bottles at the counter. Crap!! Dejected I walked out. (Later, in Bombay, I saw people shoving bottles into their check-in luggages)
As I was strolling around the shops, I saw an Indian woman, who was travelling with me from Seattle, and looked like she was going to Bangalore as well. We had a round of self introductions. She was carrying a 2 months old baby and was struggling to cope up, with the journey. For some reason, I began to admire her from the very begining. We went around the shops, got more chocolates and had a quick lunch. Then she said, she worked for Microsoft... I was zapped.. I am so into Linux, that when someone say they work/worked for Microsoft, I react strangely. I have cursed Windows so many times, for so many reasons. Offlate I seem to talk to a lot more people associated with Microsoft.. So many sane people, who work for Microsoft. Surprising ;) ... probably the pay..;). Just kidding. We boarded the plane, came to Bombay, breezed through customs, got our baggage back, checked it in again, boarded a shuttle to domestic airpot and finally boarded the flight to bangalore.We said our good byes and parted, admiring her courage yet again, for taking the tedious journey.
Once in Bangalore, I decided I needed to be home. A friend helped me book a flight to Chennai waited for another 3 hours and finally reached Chennai. Phew.. That was one helluva experience.. I have no regrets what so ever for taking this journey. The Seattle city made it worthwhile.. Amen..