Travails et al....

The alarm rang at 4AM on the various mobiles/clocks in varied noise levels. All the girls groped in the dark, feeling around for the nearest alarm. But nobody got up. It was more like this. A wakes dreamily, and sees that the rest haven't stirred as yet. So she decides to have a shut-eye and wake when the someone else stirs. Then B wakes dreamily and looks around and repeats the same cycle. And finally everyone checks everyone else and goes back to sleep. And Borivali-local-530-Daman was all dissolved in the need for the precious early morning sleep. At about 630, one of the phones rang loud and shrill and all of us were resurrected from our unconsciousness. And we realised!

The call was from the boyfriend who decided to spring us all a surprise by turning up in Borivali at 6. He was not very pleased by the fact that we lifted the phone at home and more so in the hoarse, early-morning voice. This is the fastest ever that I have ever gotten ready. And the 6 of us reached Borivali at 9. The boyfriend cribbed about how he spent all the time reading 4 newspapers back-to-back over 2 vada paos and 4 cutting chai. Well! No soul really would like to witness the hunter-becoming-the-hunted situation, would he/she?

We got into this overpacked passenger-type train which was worse than a Virar local at the rush hour. We were all in different compartments trying to hang on to the train. We finally got ourselves pushed out of the train in Vapi at about noon. We had to take a cab to Daman which was about half-hour distance from Vapi. Very early during our trip, we figured that things had to be bargained big time in that part of the world. Right from Taxi fares to hotel rooms. On our way after a long bargain session with the cabbie, we saw a lot of autorikshaws packed with people. By packed I dont mean 4-5 but more like 8-10 people excluding the driver. All of us were quite bemused at how people travelled like that and laughed it off.

So we got to this hotel which was just a couple of minutes from a beach. Some other veteran friends (who leaked out info on the inebriation) had told us that there was one beach which was the best in the town. So after checking in at this particular hotel and washing up, we set out to see what all one could do in this sleepy little town and also check out that beach. There were several cabbies outside of the hotel who endorsed the places to visit around rather convincingly and we paid him a bomb to take us around - Couple of beaches, an old fort, some church/temple rigmarole etc etc. Expecting that this would take up at least whole of second half of the day, we set off. But to our dismay, the temple was a small roadside one and the fort was too dilapidated for pictures even. The whole tour finished in like 1.5 hours and the cabbie dropped us at a beach which looked like Juhu Beach with local families out for a picnic. And there were nothing but rocks and dirty ones too. This was definitely what we expected of the best beach in town. By now, we got royally screwed, taken for a ride, in the middle of nowhere and had no clue how to get back to the hotel. After spending almost an hour looking for an alternative mode of transport, we finally resorted to one stray autorikshaw who agreed to drop us at the hotel for an obnoxious unprecedented fare. And after a while, we saw ourselves in that auto travelling in renounced silence like the locals, at whom we had jeered few hours ago - 6 girls (3 on the seat, 3 on each lap) and the boyfriend next to the driver.

Dinner at the hotel was good. And so was the booze and so obscenely cheap at that. That was the first time I got high. Not exactly a great experience. I guess its good if you are sober or if you are completely high - oblivious to the world. The transitional high-ness is kinda stressful. You know you have difficulty walking straight and finding ground but you also know you need to have a grip on yourself. We went for a walk by the neighborhood beach soon after. Five girls walked and one floated. Next thing I remember is crashing in the bed only to wake next morning hangover-less.

We spent all of the morning and afternoon frolicking, swimming in the neighborhood beach and getting a tan that I did not really want. But what the heck. And thats when we realised that this was easily the best beach. Typically, a similar situation like the little boy who was symbolically looking for the treasure in The Alchemist. And the nirvana-like moment after all that the rip-offs and cheats made the trip quite memorable.

So anyway Dandeli, here I come....