Pace of life

I go to London quiet a few time on average once a month lets say

Always i have observed the transition of a normal pace of life to a hyper one once we step out of the train.Don't know if its the aura of London or the people or the environment .
Something happens when u just step out of that cross country train in St Pancers reach the barriers, Cross over loads of french tourists for whom everything is on the wrong side now :) and try to get into the famous London Tube.

A few weeks ago i happened to go to St Pancers .Was walking in trough the passage when a child stated to imitate my busy walking style .I hadn't realised that my pace had changed Until He overtook me turned back and smiled .I smiled and realised that i was in no hurry to get to the meeting i had 1 hour but this city or the cities made me change my pace.

OR

I was just in sync with the city .

LONDON MAKES U RUN

Health and Hygene Part 1

Well this is off the topic of travel

A couple of days ago i went back on a trip trough the memory Lane .Part of the reason was becoming so health and safety consious working in Europe .

Just taught were are not so safety conceious in India and i was always proud that we were allowed to do what ever i wanted to do and allowed to take a lot of Risks.

Well I was right up there among all the high risk kids.Once upon a time when i was young

• Switching up some equipment in high speed in my uncles dentist chair and ran away


• Another high speed switch activated in my uncles press room and ran away when it started making strange noise.
  

For all those sorry sad asses who think that health and hygiene is not a part of our life in India here is a small jhalak(or incident) which explains all about it.

When I was a kid in the very early nineties on the way to school .Suppose u or ur blood friend (a very close friend) stepped on a puddle of mud,Dog shit ,Cow dung or on a rare occasion Elephant poo .We would all run away from him saying " Green pinch ".

He had to immediately touch something GREEN a leaf or if he couldnt find anything he would touch his Green Vein in ur arm and say Green touch . That's it !!

An invisible Gamma Rays would emerge from nowhere and completely and utterly sterilise him.He would be clean as a crystal to touch that's it we where not bothered about getting him cleaned .

Well tell me u people from the West do u have this concept or may be its unique to India where we find lots of cow and dung and we come up with a excuse to be close to ur blood friends even when they are literally in deep shit!!!!

East meets west - Alvida

This blog is dedicated to all the sweet good byes i had to say to my friends both Turkish and french mates and missed all this because of Just in time ,(the famous JIT strategy) actually they were waiting for the last 2 people to board :). and thanks to my Turkish buddies to whom i couldn't say my goodbyes becs they were working when i was touring apologies I couldnt cook my world famous chicken currey .

Onwards from Pamukale i had to bid adieu to my sweet french mates who just had enough time to peek me before they left.Came back to the lovely hostel rested for a bit before making my way on to denzli and then onwards to Istanbul.
It was a fairly uneventful (well i almost went into a to the women's half asleep !!!)12 hr journey until we were reached Istanbul itself here we were dropped and picked up by some random buses .I think after 2 bus changes later the driver finally told us That all and we had to get down.

Me being extra intelligent figured out there was a tram line so made my way to Atakoy station and then onwards to the airport.Here i had about 2 hours to kill so called Mr D wished him good luck with his business and for providing me a free couch and more importantly the real turkish experience.

Some promises where made on him visiting me in France and possibly India .Only time can tell how it would turn out

Well there ended my tearful Turkish farewell.It would be a very long wait until my next superb trip to a region which until recently had locked itself out !!!!!

Wait to find out !

Hoschakal(bye in turkish)