A scroched, fun-filled, adventurous honeymoon trip

The usuals were didactic, like waiting at the airport lounge and being fed a lousy cup of coffee at the lounge. However, the unusual was 38 degrees in Bombay when we reached and a bleeding nose.

I was in Bombay after 5 years and much had changed as the rate of change I am habituated is quite lower than that of Bombay. Several new roads and flyovers, a completely decorated New-Bombay and some new places to go.

After struggling in that unusual and unpatronising heat to cruise through the highways of Bombay and surfing through the street corners with my wife, we got lost in the madness of running.

Marine drive was a more of a soothing place for others than us. People were busy keeping us busy shifting our sitting positions by their 'scenic' PDA, 'walking-over-our-shoulder' competition, photography skills applied to innocent us.

Searching Shah Rukh Khan's house was one piece of small adventure we had. After some time even our cab driver also joined our cause and gave my wife moral support while I was showing every bit of disinterest in the entire trek. After searching and (later realised) circling few times around the house in question, we found it. My wife almost fainted. No the actor was fortunately not there.

Then came Goa, leaving the usuals....no there was nothing usual, as it was the first time for both of us. We enjoyed every bit of unusual, every minute and hour and the long aimless walks, pointless talks with strangers, meaningless search for shells on the beach, hours of dipping in the water, pomfret fry and prawn curry, getting scorched while climbing the hill at Aguara fort, sleeping on a beach chair, walking on the moon-lit beach, drinking a whole 375ml bottle of Black Dog whiskey and then talk non-sense to each other. A trip crazy enough to make us doze off whenever and wherever we sat, so crazy that we couldn't remember what we ate for breakfast while having dinner. Port wine tasted like bear, beach seemed more comfortable option every time we looked for shelter, sandals were the choicest footwear along with ganjee and shorts.

Returning to Bombay was 2 hours of drive from Palolem to Dabolim and then a 1 hour flight turned into 2 hours, because some jack ass broke the runway light while parking a big ass aeroplane.


I still couldn't recover from the hangover. Dreaming.....