Man on the Clapham omnibus

Never a day goes by when i don’t think of you..
Not even a night passes by that i don’t cry for you..
My mind is tired and i can barely stay awake..
I lie on the bed to sleep, but all i really want is you…

If only there was a way to show you how i feel…
I wish there were magical words i could steal…
Without you, i know not if i will ever feel alive…
I choose pain over regret , so now somehow i have to survive…

I like making coffee, every morning i get up…
I like looking out of window, through my glass cup…
I want to talk stories as i sip my coffee…
But without you, i just let them be…

All this love, words and poems are putting me down….
These thoughts pull a twister on me and deeper i drown..
Please please don’t run away, its all i can say…
I will still be around when your hair turns Grey…

And one day when life casts its shadows on you…
When sugar don’t taste sweet and no one speaks to you…
And one of those days when you think nothing matters anymore…
Remember that there is some one who still cries for you…

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Location : Deurne , Holland
Route : Deurne , vlierden , lissel , helmond , deurne.
Date : 26th April
Concerned cyclists : Va , Vi, and Raj.

Technical details : De Peel is a region in the Southeast of the Netherlands that straddles the border between the provinces of North Brabant and Limburg.

As usual, we started late afternoon.We caught a train to Deurne which was very close anyway to eindhoven.
We missed one train by a fraction(or say i missed it by a fraction, the other 2 would have missed it anyway while they argued whether to take the elevator or stairs).
We hired 3 cycles, which i guess were elegant in their age of prime, but now, definitely short of confidence and adequately lacking in suspension.After cycling in circles(since we assumed, we knew everything), and reaching the same place(the starting point) twice, we decided to see the map more carefully and thus began our peel adventure.

We followed the route map for a couple of minutes.The dutch route map had couple of words which i would not understand(in fact there are only a couple of words that i understand). Saint jozefstraat was our last stop with the route as our guide.After that we decided to follow our own route and Vi took the initiative.

Cycling in holland is always enjoyable.There are vast lands of openness, with hardly any one to bother. In this moment of peace,you readily connect to nature without any pain or anxiety and gracefully plummet into yourself.
This is what makes this experience retentive for a lifetime.Of course we took a lot of pictures, which also helps .

First stop in our way was Vlierden. Without the actual route, we strayed quite a bit and cycled along the main roads.From vlierden, we made our way into Lissel.All dutch towns are pretty and petite.The smaller ones are usually better.Dutch people love to decorate their houses.You always find flowers in at least one vase visible through the large windows.They take quite a lot of care to make sure their houses are painted and the details are precision perfect.
We gnawed for a bit having a extravagant coffee session with frites.Raj found ‘Photo-ops’ in these moments of uselessness, all in good spirit.

Fly like an eagle on the dutch cycle or should i say , the Flying dutchman…

We then made our way into the actual peel region, taking the peel blossom route from lissel to Vlierden.
This was probably the best stretch in this route.By now, we were hardly interested in the map or the distance and more so in overhauling the beauty of the place.The forage in the farms prompted Raj to quote “Ab to mujhe apne Ghaav ki yaad aa gayi yaar…”. Vi quickly retorted back “Abhe saale, Tere bihar mey itna clean ghaav hota hai kya kahi..”

We rested near a fountain which meant more photo-ops.The route was inadvertent to us by now and we were ready to venture deeper into unknown territories.We followed the “Deurne” signpost and thats when we hit the jackpot.
We entered in an area of lush trees , dry brown leaves concealing the road, shadowed on either sides by dense woods, birds chirping in the never ending path.Such was this celestial experience that it emaciated away all our sensibility.We transformed into 3 bright, young kids looking for best photo opportunities, capturing videos and setting timer in the camera to take pictures together. We jumped,we ran,we danced and we sang.We shed all our worries and sang as we cycled.

Yeh Raste jaane humhe le jaayenge kahan

Va “Hun jo chalne lage , chalne lage hai yeh raaste ” Chorus : vi.
Vi ” unknown song , like usual” , chorus: birds.
Raj ” Ab tere bin, jee lenge hum” .. { raj: dekh ‘va’, tere liye perfect gaan hai yeh.Isi ko gaana} chorus: vi, va

Va,vi,raj : Dheere dheere se, mere zindagi mey aana. ( Best performance award).

Few dutch, who cycled the other way were uncertain, but pleasantly surprised.They asked in dutch “vakantie?”
Not knowing much dutch, we replied “ya”.

Rahe ab bi wahi hain, Sirf Humsafar badal jaate hain….. aur cycle bhi…

We then made our way to Deurne. By now, the roads were not confusing anymore and the small streets were much more capacious now.We returned the cycles and made our way back to Eindhoven.Vi took some close up photos of me, and i, agreed without any stigma, whilst remaining highly flattered.People around us could have giggled, but we were hardly petulant, still raving about this pleasurable journey.

Sweet home Eindhoven, Back to cooking now.

Train Tickets to Deurne .. 7.30 Euros
Cycle rent .. 6.50 Euros
Coffee + Frites .. 4.50 Euros

Singing and dancing in the woods like kids … Priceless.

Still I get lost sometimes in thoughts,
they twist me in a whirl and haunt me..

Yes, its been a few months now
but the laughter still reminds me of you…

It could have been lovely, if I had gifted you that shawl before..
If i had asked you out for dinner, i would have loved the dress you wore …

Yes, its been a few months now
but I don’t think I will ever forget you…

Don’t feel like drinking anymore,whiskey can’t keep my mind from swinging….
Drugs don’t put lyrics in my mouth and the guitar no more ain’t singing..

Yes, its been a few months now
but I don’t think I will ever stop loving you…

Now my guitar plays all the songs you loved, till I drop to the floor…
But it pricks my veins, when i know you wont hear them anymore…

Yes, its been a few months now
but i don’t think i will ever stop singing for you….

I have been trying, but i have hardly forgotten the dress you wore ages ago.
white shirt and cream skirt still paints a fantasy of dreams, this feeling can i show ?…

Yes, its been a few months now
but i dont think i will ever stop dreaming about you….. and me.

Warning : this write-up contains no spoilers but the entire ’so called story’ of race.

With all due respect to the director/s , I managed to download the pirated version of movie. It was well worth the laugh, but hardly worth the bandwidth.

It would have been more scholarly to read crazy football rumours or why britney spears wants to be a role model for virgin British girls or even why cockroaches fall dead on thier backs , but i decided to download the movie and even ended up watching it.**Sigh ***

The movie starts with a car accident( really yaar !) on the empty highways of south africa. We dont see who is injured,but we do see a watch.The only conclusion i could make was that inspite of car spinning 5 times in the air, the watch was still safe.

Then of course there is a flashback, Saif is a rich man with a passion for horse riding and owns horses and stuff like that.
He loves bipasha(yeah me too), his secretary, katrina kaif is wannabe actor(even in real life) . Her expressions range from smile to smile with tears(read as crying). His brother is an alcoholic ,(yes .. he drinks beer in morning to get rid of hangover).For the first half these are pretty much the only characters in the movie .

Saif loses some money betting on a horse, finds out(through a binocular) that the caddy has cheated and hence plants a bomb in the cabbie’s car(which bounces 10 times on the tarmac before getting destroyed finally).After that he cleverly places a camera in a pen and thus finds out how to cheat his fearsome rival, and in the process not only does he make more money but also destroys him financially(all expertly ‘bollywoodly’ done).
Also some dialogs about ” mey haaar ko bi celebrate karta huun , blah blah” (watch the movie if you really interested in what he has to say .. there is more chance of you using your appendix than any of these dialogs in life)

Then the next twist … Bro akshay khana falls in love wit bipasha and promises to quit drinking if he gets her.
Big bro sacrifices his love for his fallible younger bhai .. small bro get the babe.Sings “pehli nazar mey jadoo kar diya” while driving a ferrari on south african streets.

The unsuspecting audience still waits for the crafty story to unfold…

Jatka no 2 :

Small bro tells bips he knows that she was a killer in past(yes its possible, grants her atonement)… , then says he wants to kill big bro to get insurance money.He agrees to give bips 20mn. Bips agrees(she wants 20 mn yaar!!!). And the first step towards killing big-bro ?? hope you guessed it …. small bro has to marry bips.( utter nonsense , but all hopes for any sense has already steeply plummeted).

Before you start cribbing about this dumb logic, wait till the movie goes on…

Small bro taps big-bro making out with bips(in a horse stable of course). All this recorded on cctv. Big bro takes tequilla shots to consume his guilt, while katrina struggles,strives and after subservient attempts to shake her belly, finally completes her dance for “kiss mee, touch mee ” to cheer up big bro.

Jatka no 3:

Small bro wants to kill big-bro( *** Yeah u already know that ****).Bips tells this to big-bro(but why?). gosh too many twists ,   crestfallen audience wonders if there’s any script at all …
Small bro calls big bro to top of building from where he plans to jump.
Big bro comes there , bips pushes big-bro and tells him 20 mn is worth much more than him.

Interval …. We thank god and have good dinner. After an absolutely unanimous decision, we think its best to attempt to see the second half only with some more beer…

Second half starts …….

jatka no 4:

Anil kapoor (R.D) is a cop with a very hot and dumb assistant(sameera reddy).Sameera is very very very dumb ,wilting with    dumbness,struting on the intelligence of RD.However she is still capable of using a smart phone to note down important points(if any) related to this sherlock holmes mystery.
RD instantly knows that this is a plan to get the insurance money(smart cop , i told ya.. already).

Somewhere here i take a quit nap, and as i get up again…

Jatka no 5 :
Katrina kaif is already married to saif .. damn , she has the original certificates.So she is the rightful but ambiguous owner of the insurance money. Next logical ascend in the movie is to kill katrina , unfortunately there is a twist here as well..

Jatka no 6 :

Katrina is alone in her house , half dressed , trying to dry her wet hair… the hooded killer moves in shoadows all around  without agitating her amidst scary sound effects.While katrina inclines towards giving a stellar performance drying her hair,the killer runs around in shadows. Finally as the director’s numerous unkempt attempts to scare the viewers goes unnoticed ,the hooded killer makes his move and grabs and kisses Katrina.
After the camera fleets around 270 degrees, abstaining from showing the audience the face of the gentleman/woman, who brings a smile to the already smiling katrina, the background music reciprocates the director’s sentiment of keeping up the tirade.
Finally , behold, its not the salman khan …. its small-bro,Turns out he was kat’s lover boy. After an obtuse one line explanation, we all gladly believe they really “love/loved/will forever love” each other.

Jatka no 7 :

All this while, Bips is neglected and hence small bro decides to kill her.Unfotunately for his unliking,
from an apogee, with highly enthusiastic music in the backdrop , saif(big-bro is alive, lord behold!!!) is able to negligently jump over 2 buildings , catch a dangling rope in thin air and bring to halt a very fast south african car making its way towards bips.
The killer driver is put to rest in an brevity by big-bro and all he has to say to bips at the end is.. ” Tum jab darti ho thoo bahut sundar lagti hoo ” { how unromantic !!! }

Jatka no 8

RD , meanwhile is hand in hand with saif(all this time….)… he also tries to molest his own dumbo assistant who is dumb enough to get away.(thus succesfully completing her contribution to this murder drama)

While you wonder how much more prune the scriptwriter could be…. it gets worse.
Big-bro and small-bro , decide to race against each other(in sports car) to decide who lives and who dies.
Big-bro’s car has no brakes , he still survives.Small bro and his biatch go down the flames.

Big-bro and bips get 200 million insurance money even though he is still alive(there are lots of clauses in the insurance document, apprentely ,if you die twice, you get double insurance money… who KNEW !!!).

RD gets his share. Inordinate dumb assistant laughs when RD says …
” Ab se RD fruit nahi khayega ….. sirf dry-fruit khayega ” ….

Just when we were about to rant in an extremly abusive tongue , the credits rolled down, along with copied korean music in the background with all the 3 babes artfully attempting to shake thier respective bellies.

Highly extenuated by this mental torture which cannot be verbalized, I went to sleep.

Summary:

Saif ali khan – Never say , Never die …
Akshaye Khana – With some many twists in his life , no wonder he has a hangover every morning….
Bips : Wears matching clothes and purse. infallibly walks wet from the beach aggravating vishvamitra to open one eye to have a look….
katrina : Lord , wickedly pretty , but somebody please explain acting to her … its more than just trying to smile…
Sameera : Hot, only significant contribution is half naked dancing in the end of the movie along with the other 2.
Anil kapoor : I liked his hairstyle , will copy that. period.

Best dialogue : Saif to katrina – { “Arre tum tho itni achi acting karti ho , ki tumhe hollywood mey hona chaiye tha” … } ( lol …  katrina trying to act is as unproductive as my grandma trying to bend it like beckham… )

Movie : its like a twister of verbatim…

Languages : Hindi + english

Statutory warning : Himeeshhh reshmiiiiya , agar tumne yeh script “Paaapp Kkkkkkiiii Surooouour” mey copy kiya tho ….
Tho ….
Tho …..
Tumhari “NAAAK”  kat jaayegi …..

 Characters :

Va { you know who…. }

SSCG { Super Schweet college girl }

Scene : {in the movie hall } Sweet lass sobbing incesently over her lost love.Guy apparently is in ‘LOVE’ with someone else.

Va : Ooh gawd , whats wrong with this damn movie … sombody help the lass , she will find some one else…

SSCG  : Stares … yaar tum nahi samjhoge …

Va : Oh yaar !! i totally do , isme aisi kaun si badi baat hai …. Mey kar leta huun {Va .. ka babbar laugh }….

sScg : {watches and listens intently … ) slight sobbing … Tumhare saath aise kabhi nahi hua kya ?…

Va : Mere saath …. $^#&$^( swear word) hoga …. Faltu cheezon mey nahi padta main…..

sScg : Tum kisi ko chahte ho ?

Va : { smiles } , acts smart  … {haan tumhe …}

sScg : sach ???

Va : giggles (sarcastically) …. yeh faltu movie dekh ke tumhara dimag phirak gaya hai ….

sScg : {taken aback} , chodo … teek mujhe movie dekhna hai…

Movie ends….  {Va, yawns through it …. Thinks about taking Scg for coffee !!!}

sScg : {sincerely, as if nothing had happened } Kaise laga ?? …

Va : bakwaas …. saala kaun dekhege ye sab… hain na ?

sScg : Watever … mujhe acha laga ….

Va : Yaar , kyaa acha laga … mujhe bi to batao … roh roh kar log thak sab log gaye is movie mey … Roone ka competition chala tha bas…

sScg : Haan , ek din pata chalega ….

Va : hehehehe …… Bakwaas .. Kya plan ?

sScg : Concentrates on navigating the crowd, carefully avoiding contact with anybody else even in the dark to get out untouched…

Va : gets out searching for faces in the crowd displaying utter contempt for the movie while hoping for crashing into a nice figuruuuu!!!

To be continued : .. coming up …  (At present Numero uno) …..

Ps: after operating for nearly 2 years , i have had 9 visitors thsi far . so i have decided to give a special gift to the 10th visitor .. Buhahahaha …  it could be you !!!!!

Location : Eindhoven Petrol Bunk.[The Netherlands]
Time : Sometime.
Scene : ‘Va’ filling gas in the car in petrol bunk…

Va : (Singing in Hindi , quickly shifts to English when another dutch car arrives in the next bunk)
Va : {Shakes head while singing, much to the disgust of other car, replaces the nozzle back to the bunk}

Sings all the way to the counter to pay the bill, Decides to impress people with broken dutch..

Va : Nummer Ein , alstublieft ….. ( Tank Number one ,please … here you go)

Counter : dank ye well (Thanks) …. {#%$&^#*@^@*@ ) , not swear but a lot of dutch …..

Va : {what ???}

Counter : again , ( #%$&^#*@^@*@ ) , not swear but a lot of dutch …..

Va : {thinks … crap } , stares as if he has seen a ghost(or heard it!!!)

Counter : {in English} Never mind , here you go …. (gives the change) …

Va : {takes the change and walks back , still decides to sing in English), {thinks} , {next time inda tikka muchkondu english nalli matado} {Translation : from next time, shut your a$$ and speak in English}

Summary : Hotness factor : 0/10
Moral : Haasige Iddashtu Kaalu Chaachu ( Translation : Stretch your legs only as much the cot allows you to )

        Itzzz  a reallllll  Liiffe Sshhhhtorrrry !!!!! (All credits to Himeshhh ressshmiyaa’s numeralogist)

Prerequisites : Languages : Kannada + english

Va  : Rajkumar, yen ivathu plan.
Vi : tell me dude….
Va : Albert heign hoggi ethakolana ?
Vi : sure man.
Va : { Sudden realization of .. u guessed it right . ” The Night Before” } hmm , beda bidu maga … daily kudkondu life tapas aagogidhe .
Vi : Sure aa?
Va : Huun maga.
Vi : Ahu ahu …. { Literal equivalent of a sarcastic cough }
Va : Nija maga.

After an hour , Vi has already visited albert heign while Va reaches home(partially frustrated and partially happy) … Goes for the fridge to pull out some fruit juice(which was never bought anyway), sees cans in the freezer !!!

The Night Before …

va : maga , yenno idu …
Vi : yaako , odyalva ?
Va : Seri maga …. bari ondu , for company sakes….

Enter Ra { mind reeling with certain issues, talks on phone }

Ra : maga, ivathu yennu illa, hotte serig illa
Vi : Sir , ivane oditaidane , ondu togandbidi ….
Ra : Ang anthya …{ looks at phone, remembers something ) … thinks{hmmmmmmmmm….] ,seri aiythu baa….

.. Music plays at loud volume through an IPOD fitted with a local FM transmitter, output via old philips music system….

For the next few hours ….

Va,Vi,Ra … { Singing at high volumes ,cooking , discussing matters of life and love in depth , Singing again … Cooking … )

Va : {realises other 2 are inside cooking , looks at the guitar,makes a quick decision to play it} maga guitar barstini …
Vi : hmm , maga hossa song odi yavdadu …
Ra : yen bekadre barsri … naan bega guitar kalthu , navvuu ondu album release madana…
Va : { Continues with famous hindi numbers accompanied by frequent singing by the other 2,slowly drifts into English numbers(other 2 head back to finalise cooking matters). Va finishes with improvisation solos/lead and packs the guitar. }
Vi : { to Ra .. Eee time , blore od mele definite guitar kalitini sir… }
Guitar stops , Vi meddles with the IPOD again to play more loud music from ‘his’ playlists…

Vi : Singing ….. { other 2 stare at him }
Ra : Dosta , addu yentha song play madtya , yennu artha aagalla . {Vi busy singing in high pitch with a batti in his hand }

apres quelque moment ( after some time )

Ra: Ley , yella mugdoythu kanla ….
Vi : maga , nan can yelloo …..
Va : Ee bikassi male , aa watchu … yellaaa bitkotbitte kanri … nan life eee haaalag oythu … Thumba novvuu … aadre nanag yennu bejar illa …
Ra : bittakri , { smiles, looks down , looks up smiles again }
Vi : { thinks [yenadru helbek alva] ….} , just smiles …
Va : .. continues …. nenage bere yennu bejar illa guru , adhre yaake antha gotag ….
Ra : barappa oota maduva … ivathu jasti aiythu ..
Vi : Sir , yella ready , ondu solpa kip mad bidla ?
Va : {[Ignores the question completely] Starts Singing with feel …. “Tere bin , mai yu kaise rahuu … kaise jeeyu .. tere bin” }
Ra : [to Vi's question on Kip] beda biddo … oota madana baa , [Looks at Va] .. Bani sir..

During Oota ..

Vi : sir yeng idhe ….
Ra : Super , intha oota blore nallu sigbitre…. Aahhaa…
Va : maga , madhuve aad mele intha oota madak barathe antha wife ge gotag bitre , problem aagatho ..
Vi : giggles , Entha oota guru …
Ra : Ivathu olle nidhe….

After some time ,

{lights off , deeep sleeeep (olle nidhe)}

The day After , morning 8:00 a. m

Va, Vi, Ra : Maga  , jasti aiytho nenne …. Ivatho niyat aag , muchkondu mast oota madi nidhe odyana …
Vi : Maga , gears of war…
Va : howdu maga , ivathu mugsbidanna ….
Evening , the same eventful day

Va : { bit frustrated } , maga ivathu albert heign hogbeko ….. takarri illa manyelli….
Vi : ok maga … sure.

PS: Someone , please translate this to our non kannada speaking enemies …
clicks on { signout with thanks }

Country : Holland
Date : Apr 15, 2008

Getting ready at 1:00 p.m and reaching at 3:00 p.m is usually not called travelling, but well whatever. We braved the sun, the rain and the wrath of the “we only work when it is sunny” vipers to finally reach keukenhof .We took a break 2 km’s before the destination, i thought it was strange, but my colleagues would not agree with me on that. Now come on guys, we would have been there before you could completely scratch your a$$.

“Phool ab jyaada , pyaare lagte hain …”

Keukenhof was not as impressive like the last time i was here. The last time, it was end of april already and probably the tulips had all bloomed by then.This time most of them were still buds. The colours were not flashy and the combination was incomplete, some buds had not even flowered yet. But like they say a flower is worth a thousand words(or was it a picture ?).

We made our way without a map and thus were always on the wrong side of the road.Everybody ,everywhere was taking photos of everything around.Cameras were made to work overtime making complex actinographies(n. – instrument for calculating time of photographic exposures). There were some huge tripods and real cameras out there.We made the best use of vijeth’s camera.We had no tripod but we used vijeth’s latest acquisition from the C&A sale, A 2.5 euro cap as our actinometer to capture macro details.

The trip was not complete without seeing the farms with tulips, so i guided the team through a wooden path to show them the farms, my bleak memory of a few years back still serving me well. Alrite , not so well , there were no farms and we just ended up pee’ing in the woods.. We dont know the exact reason yet , but all of us were quite proud after this achievement. Someone thought this was mineral’ing the plants while someone else thought it was 1.2 euros saved(Cheap Thinking?, i dont care any dawgy’s balls).

We made our way out after more photos and more buildings with .. you guessed it right .. flowers.The floraited surroundings were slowly getting into our nerves.The trip was already declared fructious(staying close to the flowers) already and we walked out after picking up souveniers.I really liked a cute ceramic, a dutch boy kissing a dutch girl.I had seen this before , but since it was keukenhof, u guessed it right again .. there were flowers in it.
The boy had a flower hidden behind his hands and the girl a present in hers.There was a slightly big ceramic and a cute small one.
It reminded me of “The Gift of Magi”. Considering i am someone who now takes love a bit seriously than shreesanth trying not to dance i ended up buying both of them.(I know all you gals must be thinking, that’s so SHWEEETTTT ya, nija thanne ? , sullu helbedri).

As we walked out, we decided to cycle the farms. Vijeth,it seemed made a strong promise to someone to have his photos taken by a farm and spent his time searching for a farm on his cycle.Cycling holland is one of the best things one could do provided the weather permits. We had 3 oranje(Orange) cycles, they looked cute and flowery!!(control aagilla).
I enjoyed this short detour as always.There is something about cycling in holland, All neiderlanders, from anybody to everybody enjoys cycling.I have even bought a cycle route map(dutch) across holland but yet to put it to any good use because of bad weather.

“Dekha ek khwab tho yeh silsile hua , duur tak nazaaron par hai ghul khile huee..”

Finally after going around, Vijeth found his farms and had his picture taken.The farms were not as good as i had seen last time, again i guess partly because the tulips had not bloomed yet.I vaguely remember amitabh’s bell bottoms being submerged in tulips in the song ” silsila”, but right now , my shoes could be seen even when while i was sitting. I vaguely remember having thoughts of trying to run behind my imaginary love and finally catch her up at the trees.But alas, no trees, no background music and 2 chinese men staring at me put me off.

We returned the cycles and drove back to eindhoven. nothing mentionable happened during this period other than me struggling to open the fuel tank.We found parking in eindhoven.We exchanged pleasantries as to how great the weekend had been(with thoughts of how great it would have been if we had stayed in germany, etc ,etc).

Finally, a weekend travel during this trip in Europe.I hope its the first of more to come.

They are not conventional .. they are the exact opposite. The first time i thought maybe we had to sit the opposite way, but then again it did not help.

Do people enjoy the grafitti they poop in the toilets ? Maybe they admire what they have dumped and then flush it out. For me it is just plain uncomfortable. Can you imagine , sitting there with a constant fear of not knowing when you have tipped the iceberg or scaled the peak !!!

Why are these damn toilets the wrong way ? I would rather push in than push out in one of these. One of the greatest enjoyments in life is to take a satisfactory poop, please god … don’t let humans play around with one of the greatest inventions ever.

Ooh and it does stink, instead of posting , “please keep it clean” , can somebody please invert the damn big white bowl ?

Destination : Mosel valley in Germany.

April 12th, 2008

The scheduled start was at 6:00 CET, we left at 7:00. On hindsight, it was better than expected.Vijeth was driving for the first time in europe which kept all of us wide awake.Navigation system were in my safe hands and once or twice i dropped it while i wondered if vijeth’s braking accumen will stop us before the car ahead.
All in all he drove well(considering we all are safe as i write this.. this is apart from rajendra getting dehydrated sweating by his palms).

The first destination was Trier in Germany from where we would begin our exploration of the mosel valley.we reached trier at around 12. We visited certain monuments which i presumed to be significant(Porta nigra, basilica etc).We decided to have pizza at a turkish restaurant in an isolated street.We were made more than welcome by a lovable chef and some of us quickly made our way into the toilet for a much wanted pee(Sneaky feeling that pee made teh decision for us to enter this place). After an elongated session of pizza waiting and eating(it was yummy btw), i had some of the best tea i have had in europe this time.
The turkish coffee was a let down though, mostly because we mixed salt in it instead of sugar.I drank half of it thinking it was turkish herbs and partly to avoid any oxymoron comments to be directed my way.Rajnish had mixed quite a lot of salt(sugar ?) and thus his coffee was to be taken away and chef after sampling a spoon decided not to give it even to his worst enemies let alone his cat.

We followed our loo-clock once again, talking via the bottom to the big white telephone,( Ok , got ya, we just used the loo).. and walked down the city of trier back to our car.
The shopping session was an interesting one and we all packed clothes in baskets like big old white ladies looking aeratedly flabbergasted!! After a long shopping session we made our way to the car to kick start the real thing!!

Famous Monument in Trier which nobody was interested to find the name of , let alone Enter….

I had noted down the list of places along the way which were worth visiting , so we hit the road towards..

1) Bernkastel-keus — This is a lovely town lying along the mosel river.It has pretty houses with some incredible scenery surrounding it.As we walked by the river, a deep relaxation engulfed me,taking away all the pain and stress and drifting slowly into a dream land with flowers blooming … well not exactly but in two words – enjoyable and relaxing.
As we enjoyed the drive through the snake like curves, the petrol head in our driver’s seat enjoyed the u-turns(references made to agumbe) and we reached our next destination ..

                                      Ready, get set and Go……..                        

               Sorry girls , I know what you are thinking but …. I will never give you that Shirt

2) Traben trarbach — The vine yards of the german mosel valley, unfortunately was closed by the time we reached at 6:00.It was another classic example of a beautiful german village in the mosel valley, and the cobble stone paths were fun to walk along.The bridge in the middle of the river gave us a good sight of the mosel valley and it was a pleasure to look around.The deserted city gave us a good view of all teh houses as we leisurely waked arnd enjoying the beauty.After this we moved to Koblenz , our main destination.
3) Koblenz – A big city in which we could not find a hotel.Sounds stupid now, but a tired mind could do a lot of silly things.

After losing patience, we drove back to eindhoven.A better options would have been to search for a hotel and enjoy and the next days drive to rhine valley.But since i had already done that, i was not very disappointed , but i am sure the petrol head in our group might have
liked it.

Summary notes – A nice one ! . Would really want to go back the drive to bernkastel-keus along the valley and sit in the parking place with a table in the valley and have tea with some nice music. Well we already did that, but next time it would be nice to do it with that someone special .

Memory Notes – Bernkastel-keus , added to honey moon location, if wife disappoints , at least the nature wont.