Travel is something that makes me learn quite a lot about the outside world, the people , the culture , the attitude towards design, the architecture , the women etc. It also teaches me as to what all things can happen wrong while travelling.
I have been travelling outside Milan since the 7th of this month, and believe me it is worth it. All the drama, the chudiyapaa ! it is totally awesome, in plain simple words the tragedys that can happen when you have travelling with an attitude of just having a napsack on your shoulders, and walking around in the streets is simply awesome.
Bilal, A dear friend from Dubai is here in Italy, so i am travelling with him, according to him and the rest of the world as well, i am the most disorganized individual he has seen. The following has happened since the past 4 or 5 days of this expedition.
1. Leaving Milano on the 8th morning to reach Venice, was a kickass place. Bought return tickets like deligent and smart fucks !, had lunch in Venice, left for the station, reached 20 minutes early so chilling in Venice Station, 10 minutes before the departure figured out we had lost the tickets and left it at the restaurant.
2. Bought tickets for Venice to Modena, Long train i decided to sleep, had to change the station at stop called Bolognia, woke up , was trying to get out of the train, got delayed coz of some moronic women tripping on the corridor, passage for the exit, by the time i managed to reach the exit, doors were shut. Bilal outside the train and i am inside.... Bilal chasing the train ... i am shouting in the train ... Bilal dissapeared from my sight and so did the train from his point of view.
I shouted someone, anyone .... pull the chain ! behenchod pull the chain ! ....
but then all was silent when someone just whispered, there is No chain, this train is electronic.
Fucked, royally fucked. I reached a place called Firenze which i was supposed to go the next day, 70 kms away from Bolognia (Bilal), somehow managed to contact Bilal , changed trains and we finally met in Modena in the wee hours of the morning.
3. Woke up in Modena, and decided no more drama, no more chudiyapaa, woke up fresh and continued our journey, with the help of a map, and few residents managed to reach the bus station, great! ... We infact reached 45 minutes earlier, started talking, passing away time.
I kind of figured out later we had waited for more than 2 hours for the bus, the bus had decided not to turn towards the bus station or maybe our luck from last night was still haunting us.
Anyways, like proper citizens we are, we said to each other in our Italian accent.
Fine , No problamo ! Takxi, in another hour we realized there are no taxi;s in Modena.
We hitchhiked, found a Nigerian guy who was ready to drop us to a place called Maranello, he was coal black, had gold teeth and a lot of bling all over him, had a black color Opel, with tinted glasses, he was exactly what you would have seen in the african godfather movie, anyways we did sit in the car and decided to try our luck, i was sitting in the front, all was well till the time we reached the highway where i noticed something troubling my foot, it was a butcher;s knife with some stains on it, we were done, I actually got flashbacks of my life, sex love dokha no its the other way around, Love - Sex.- Dokha, all the things that i had done in Milan, Dubai, Delhi, all were a flashback.... My family, friends, ex girlfriends, all were a flashback for the next 10 minutes, I really felt i am done for, i am dead and so is Bilal, our bodies in some roadside tree hanging , and hopefully reaching Dubai. I actually woke up from my flashback with a loud screech on the road and the man saying in his hoarse voice " Broda , Modeana Stazione ", all i could say was Grazie to him and moved on, still shaking.
Later i discussed it with Bilal, he incidently had started reciting the quran in the car.
4. All things are fine, decided past is past , move on, lets be more careful this time, reached Firenze (Florence) together, reached the hostel, had a bath, chilled for sometime, decided to go to the city centre and check out the city, chill for sometime, very happily we went, least realizing that camera battery was not in the camera. Lag gaye ! ...
This wouldnt had been enough, realized that we had got late in our whole ordeal of knowing Florence that the bus timings were over, to reach back meant another 10 kms.
This is what i had done, : Hitchhiking, i dont need to say anymore, even though it was a women driving this time, i was shit scared.
5. Finally from Florence we left for Pisa, and this is where i am writing this post from. its 12.30 here, the day is over, but then how can it get over without a chudiyapa, here is what happened.
We reached Pisa around 5 pm all tired after walking non stop for 5 hours, found the hotel after a lot of struggle of map reading, reached the place all hoping for a bed and some sleep, and the receptionist says " sir , i am sorry your booking was for yesterday not today, we dont have rooms today" fucked , screwed. We had no other option besides the fact to look for some other options, managed to reach another place, got settled, finally relaxed that the day is coming over, where i again realized my itenary sheet, my diary of important numbers all over Italy, i have left it at the old hotel where our booking got fucked,
This is where I am now, I am lost, tired and still yet smiling, coz honestly this trip till now has been kickass, so much of drama, so much of chudiyaap....Lol, even though it was stressful yet totally kickass.
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Hoping to reach Rome tomorrow, safe and sound with less of Drama and Chudiyaap, Ciao
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