Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Day 5. Udwada - Bandra - Churchgate.
The three or four streets around the Atash Behram are completely old school “parsi maholla’s with Agasi’s” (says dad). Its quite pretty, relaxed, and completely Bawa. There are a lot of signs around the Atash Behram that say this prohibited, that prohibited, I thought it was rather amusing. The sad bit is there are a lot of old bungalows and plots that are just over grown with weeds. The whole town is a heritage site, and I just think that the families of the people who must have lived in those homes have either just forgotten and don’t care, or don’t exist anymore. Its like it’s a direct physical representation of an entire ethnic group heading for extinction.
Then we visited the Fire Temple, paid our respects. Dad was really happy that he’s now done this in his lifetime (He’s always wanted to… ) we said our prayers, I wore a Sudro and Kusti (traditional Zorastian religious under gaments) and it was quite a ‘welcome back to the fold’ moment for me. That, done, the Sudro Kusti is safely back in dad’s suitcase, and we’re on to more important things, like… A GOOD PARSI BREAKFAST. At the Hotel, Fried eggs, Kheema, Toast (really nice bread!) Jam, Butter and HOT HOT HOT tea with 6 cups lovely lili-chai in the pot (6, because everytime you poured 1 you lost two all over the table due to the high tech nature of the spout. There was much involvment between me, dad and the pot of tea to see if there was anyway we could avoid this needless sacrifice).
Breakfast safely put away, and tea consumed, and now we’re on the road for the only leg which is a timed segment qualifier.
We’re at the railway crossing outside Udwada where we’re watching a freight train go by. Dad is regaling me with a story of Mr. Chibber. Who told him of the time he got off his train at some platform in the middle of nowhere, India, and took a nap on the bench. The punch line being “ I opened my eyes, and there was a freight train on my platform!”
Though while the road is good, NH8 is pretty hectic traffic wise from here on in. But Dad’s driving, and its ok, apart from the few outbursts at Sumo’s that get up our butt demanding to be let past when there’s no where for us to move. Swines. Doesn’t help that after they’ve sufficiently annoyed us, Dad decides to teach them a lesson by not letting them past when we can. If you’re driving an 800, don’t tangle with the big boys. Period. Oh boy. We’re going to get a lot of stupid Mumbaikar long distance traffic now, and I know they’re all going to be ass-wipes. The road itself from Udwada to about 90km out of Bombay was fantastic. And the drive through the western ghats was breathtaking. Clouds, Rain (our first this whole trip), and general scenic beauty all around. Its hard to believe that such scenic beauty lies only a few hours outside the Black Smoke. But then the road got BAAAAAAD. I mean ridiculously bad. We went through potholes the size of truck tires. This was also a section of the road on which we saw the most number of overturned trucks… oof.
Its 9:am, we get on to the road by 9:10, and we’re off to Bandra where I have to TEACH at 2. This is the only day we’re doing a morning drive, as you may have noticed, the general routine has been wake up and breakfast around 7-8. 8-11. Sightsee around the locality. 11 – 11:30 hit the road, and next rest stop by 7:00 in the evening. So 6 hours of driving the route each day. 4 Days, 24 hours, and now we’ve got a final 4 to go. Average speed 60-70Km/h overall. So that, is a leisurely pace. If for some magnanimous reason, your parents are gifting you a Skoda Octavia instead, you’ll have a lot more sighseeing time, a lot less driving time, cause you’d be doing 120 easy on a lot of these stretches.
We paid three tolls on this section. Only one was worth it. We tried to ask for our money back at the second and third. Surprisingly, once we hit Borivalli, the flyovers on the western expressway took us right into bandra in style.
Oh boy. Better spend the next 20 minutes coming up with a course plan for today.
Got into Bandra, at exactly 1;15 had a quick lunch with Manek. Then Dad and I parted ways for the first time on this trip. I went to teach at MET. Got that out of the way, and then – since I was in Mumbai I had to see a Bollywood sight, so went and hung out with a starlet just so that I could say I’d done it all! ;-) She happens to be my closest friend in this city as well, so hey. Watched Zodiac with her and have now caught a MERU cab (I’m treating myself) for the final leg to Churchgate. I guess this is it. End of the road trip the second I step into court view!
Right. Off I go. Final seg pics will be on line shortly, and once I figure out how to get bloody Picassa and Blogger to work together properly (Google, do something about this, because it AIN’T intuitive, and that’s surprising coming from you guys! –Snook cocked, pra. ;-) )
And my cell phone is starting to beep and buzz. Which means we’ve got signal, and Bombay can’t be far away. I’ll reedit parts of the blog to put in distances and map references and driving times later. Also insert some select pictures from the trip at appropriate places in this. But, this is the last entry on this little blog! Unless I do another ‘roadtripwithdad’. Which, hey, may just happen! All it’ll take is for him to gift mom a car!
Monday, August 20, 2007
Day 4: Ahmedabad – Adalaj Wav (Baoli) – Udwada.
Back to the Cama hotel (turns out everyone who even isn't in Ahmedabad knows it – aunt wasn't surprised when we told her we were staying there, and she's never even been to this city). Then we went in search for the road to Baroda. Now, I've decided. Maps of India, Road Atlases bought by dad and other such AA aids we had were all CRAP. At the end of the day, it was the Lonely planet guide's little city schematics that made the most sense, and that helped me get to most places. Dad's been very impressed by my navigation in cities unknown, I owe it to the LP, hands down the best thing you can have on this trip (and a little charm with which to woo the locals to not give you bad directions when you most need them). So, we drive through INSANE Ahmedabad traffic and finally after many more interactions with cops that turned into amazing efforts at helpfulness to two gujarati speakers. (well, one quasi-speaker). We found our way to NE1. Wait, this isn't NH8. Nooo. Forget about about National Highway's, this is National Expressway 1. This had to be the fastest and smoothest road we've taken so far. Both dad and I were thinking, if only these wheels were balanced a bit better so the car wouldn't wobble past 80 (kph). But hey, it was smooth booooring driving. We stopped at a proper NE style pull over rest station with all the mod cons like a snazzy food court and other such conveniences. It was a sterile sterile place, and really boring. The Chinese we ate for lunch was as dull. Then we scooted all the way to Vadodra. Then, things got interesting. You see. After Vadodra, we had to get to Surat, and this chunk of road has us harking back to driving in India of last year. Miles of potholed surfaces with the two or three smooth stretches in between major diversions and single lane backups across rivers, (Oh, we crossed the Narmada and the Godavari .. nice moments). Truck traffic beyond belief with very obnoxious bus drivers and private taxi drivers always cutting in, hogging our behind it was not NOT fun. But after Surat thankfully the road turned back into some very nice 4 lane highway. From where we had to hightail it to Udwada to make it to this one horse town in time for Dinner. But generally there is a consensus in this car that Gujarat is not the best state for a casual drive through. It's all about getting from one end to the other as fast as possible.
So here we are, so glad we're out of our car, and quite thankful that Bombay is only 4 hours away. I parked the car in front of a sign that said, Alcohol strictly prohibited on these premises. Dad walked into the reception of this Parsi establishment in this very Parsi town and said, can we get a beer to our room? Sure! Thank god for Parsi's!
Then we settled in for a home cooked meal which would leave my brother so amazingly jealous. It was Sali Murgi, Fried Boi (an amazing kind of fish), and Rotlis. Followed by Lagan to Custar.. MM mm MMM MMM mmmmhhhhh! Eat your heart out Bhai.
So now, TV, blog, sleep. No decent network here, so post the pics tomorrow.
G'night all! Oh, and a Happy Navroz Mubarak to all of you too! From Dhun Dee and Me.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Day 3. Kumbalghar – Udaipur – Ahmedabad.
Today morning: The fort… wow wow wow.
This amazing single lane b road that was for the most part smooth and beautiful took us all the way into
For pics, click here.
Day 2 – Jaipur – Amber – Ajmer - Kumbalghar.
“I AM A COMMUNIST!” he said proudly.
I thought, “must get a book of quotes going on this trip.”
On the bonding front: Dad has started to call me third gear Jana, because I like using my gears for power and control at speeds. He on the other hand is concerned about all the fuel that I haven’t been paying for, so I switch to fourth for three seconds before the next pothole. Oh, btw. Potholes… not many. Highways have been smooth and utterly lovely, except when they go through the cities they connect, and the villages that line them. At which point there are speed breakers, rumble strips and a lot of bad bits but these are few and far between.
The road out of
For some reason, Dad wanted to do a lot of driving today. He took all the nice chunks of driving, and left me all the crap stretches. He also earned the title of evil kenievel, often coming right up a passing cow or goats butt before swearing at them to move off the road. Scared me for a bit, playing chicken with the many Jeep Taxi’s that shuttle between towns along NH8 in the district.. but here we are, and our next rest stop, safe sound and rather exhausted.
Pics from that.. tomorrow!
Love from Dad and Me.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Day 1 Delhi - Jaipur via Ramgarh
Here's what happens when parents excite each other with grand gifts such as brand new cars, they happily donate their old car to their younger thing, who is trying to make it in another city and finds cars unaffordable. But in their delirium of Joy from their red coloured acquisitions, they say things that they later aren't so sure about like, "Hey, why don't you and Dad go on a ROAD TRIP and drive the Old Car down to Mumbai!"
Now, I've got a lot of friends with their various out of state cars in Mumbai, and I found that most of them have had them trained in, trucked in, or generally driven in. A road trip with their parents, through the rough rugged and real India, full of Dakoo Gabbar Sings and other Bollywood stereo-types, was never on the cards.
But here's the thing! Turns out its not such a bad idea. Sure, its cheaper to send it along by other means of Transport, 5000 by rail, 7 grand for petrol and a driver and his return ticket. But parent-child road trip? Surely its worth the 4 nights in nice lodges (around 2,500 - 3,000 per night) and the tolls and the petrol) for that quality time?
And today, there are so many parents in Delhi, with so many kids in Mumbai and so many spare cars to gift to them (remember, you DO need to re-register, and that's 4.5% of Invoice value with depreciation for Octroi and 7 percent of Invoice value with depreciation for Registration), that I decided to test out whether this could be the ultimate father son bonding experience.
Now, there are too approaches to this. One is goal oriented. "We've got to get this car to Mumbai by day after tomorrow!" and knowing me and my dad's propensity to compulsively focus on such goals, I decided that I would be the voice that says 'Smell the roses' (or in this case the petrol pumps that dot NH8).
My dad is a very very fit senior citizen,
(Touch wood - oh no! Where? I'm in an 800! Quick Dad stop need to hug that tree!!
What? WHY?
YOU WON"T UNDERSTAND DAD... JUST STOP!!!)
but even I don't want to push 7-10 hour drives on him. So my plan was to do it slow, take it easy, stop at many places and places that he would like. He's not much of a sight-seer, but he does like creature comforts and nice places to stop and stay. So after a bit of research using the Maps of India, Lonely Planet and a less than Useful Road Holidays in India that the AA has published, I found that it would be really nice to stay in nice Home lodges and other heritage hotel spots and see the sights over nice cups of tea served by bearers with stuffed animals looking over you - one of them even holding a tray - which was a bit sad really).
So with NH8 as a general guideline, and knowing that my dad won't be happy with any detour over half an hour from NH8, I made my plan. Mom, whose idea it was in the first place, suddenly worried that we were heading into the great Indian rural unknown and suggested we carry all manner of chaku, bandhook, pistal, and a aluminum softball bat to protect us. So one Tili and Narayal later, and 4 squished nimbu's under the tyres, we headed off into the great - extremely well sign posted 4 lane unknown.
We left Delhi at 10. No hurry, yes we aimed to hit the road by 8.30 but I was printing out maps and hotel bookings - I've only planned the first 3 nights so far, yes there are two more (dad doesn't know!) - Dad was tying my brand new stereo system back into the dashboard - because the B4$!42#'s at Khan Market thought that the face plate was structurally sound enough to hold up the whole thing. And generally I wanted to be sure that Dad was up for this trip, so I didn't really zip up my bag stroller until he was chomping at the bit to get to Jaipur. Off we went, nerves were high, a mosquito kept buzzing around in the car from Haus Khas to Vasant Vihar which became the soul object of both our attentions (we had the most close calls in that first 5 km and none the rest of the day - which I see as a good start to get those out of the way). A simple open the window and let it out did the trick after our homicidal attempts all failed. Then came dad settling in, his baseball cap needed to find a home, and tried various places for the first 20 minutes. First the dashboard, then the space between the tape holder under the dashboard, in the glove compartment, on the corner of the glove compartment door, on lap, under the sun visor, finally it found that the back seat was as good a place as any and settled there. Dad took out his notebook, we filled petrol, he wrote down the mileage, liters filled (I asked him to throw in the time) and armed with the printed out maps I gave him, he navigated me onto NH8 (Which is to basically go out of our colony and turn right).
Then we both got worried about the possibility of the tyres blowing up (I hear that’s a major cause of accidents on the Mumbai-Pune expressway) So we stopped at 6 of the 300 petrol stations in Harayana to see if we could check the pressure of our warmed up tires. None of them had air, or a pressure gauge. We finally remembered at the Rajasthan border that we had packed one, and checked to see that all tyres hovered around 28 when warm, which they did, so all was good.
Then, the routine began to set in. Every bump in the landscape was referred to by Dad as the Aravallis, and any time either one of us wanted the other to stop back seat driving “Oh look at those lovely fields” became the phrase du-jour!. I started my camel count. 5 so far (disappointing), how we overtook, checking on the left of obstinate lorries that wouldn’t give way to see if we could pass them safely there, team work came into the game and we were all settling in: and just as Mom predicted, the stories started to flow. The whole point of the trip to have a fun time together realized within 2 hours of setting out from Delhi. This was SUCH A GOOD IDEA.
We stopped at an amazingly American-esque rest stop called King’s Highway Hotel (A Coffee Day! Yay) and then plunged into north western Rajasthan with great purpose. As we drove we had the Omlette Parathas and headed fast through the various way points on the map, and when all was good, I reminded Dad of my first detour to the Ramgarh Hunting Lodge. I wanted to have a nice Taj Tea with a great view of 267 sq miles of water. With some uncertainty as to how to get there, we went through a couple of B roads, villages and finally after asking many a local (no Gabbar Singh Types) arrived by crossing over a large Bund in a spur of what turned out to actually be the Arravali’s.
It was beautiful, gorgeous, and the lack of water while sad, didn’t take away from the worth while detour of NH8.
After many Parathas, Lassi, Dahi and a cup of not so great tea, we hit the road again, and took new directions (that didn’t backtrack) to NH8. I had hoped we’d stop in Amer (an amazing fort exists there, but for some reason the quite nicely maintained quiet country road connecting us back to NH8 bypassed the whole plan and popped us right into the North East corner of Jaipur. Where all the potholes, traffic, dust, and insane rubble that this city calls roads started. Without a clear idea of where we were going ( I knew we needed to be in the South East corner of the city) we started to make through rough roads to our first night stop. Barwara Kothi in the colonial part of Jaipur (Civil Lines, pretty colonial sounding at least). Frazzled and somewhat irritated by all the bouncing around that we suddenly had to experience ( I mean, we’d had a ride that was smooth as glass till then) We found Barwara Kothi not a moment to soon. This place is excellent. Its beautiful, feels like a nice place to be and is of much relief to weary travelers. The Gurkha and 3rd or fourth generation descendents of the Maharana of Barwara ( I think) are taking great care of us at their brand new quiet little boutique hotel in this beautiful colonial bungalow. Our twin bed cheapest room is more than we could expect for the rate we found online, and dad is now comfortably tucked in under his Razai in his 4 poster bed (not before we went to the Polo Lounge at the Taj Rambaugh Palace to have a beer tho!) and now, after day one is over I’m ready to call it a night as well.
Not sure what we’ll do tomorrow. Either check out Jaipur in the morning a bit, I’ve got to get sunglasses, and we may need to just have a quick check under the hood re: tuning the car (practical note – if you’re telling your mechanic to do a full total service of the car for a long distance run, wheel balance, alignment, engine tuning, spark plug change, headlight alignment, coolant, oil filters, tyre treads etc etc. Run the car on a highway at the speed you want to maintain during the journey for a complete test. Don’t do a city run test. Its just not the same. A lot of little stuff came up and while the car is in no mortal peril it could be running better. But, the plan? Jaipur for a bit maybe, Ajmer, and then we stop about 70 km outside Udaipur at what I hope will be the third nice little heritage bivouac… Kumbalgarh, here. Lets see! Thanks to my reliance connect card, you’ll get the pics and the posts as soon as I’m tucked into my next bed! G’night y’all.
See the pics here.