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    Just when you think that you have all the time and money to travel, you realise that you don’t want to travel. Not because you can’t travel.

    If you are a normal person who doesn’t count every step, you take, analyse every morsel you eat, calibrate the water you drink, tabulate the hours you sleep and live life the way it is meant to be lived, you will find that with every year gone by, your body changes slowly but surely.

    You might fit into the clothes you wore on your wedding day, you might be in even better shape but honestly, your body has changed.

    And this is a Universal truth.

    And what you could do at 20 becomes harder when you are 40 and even more difficult when you are 60. And almost impossible when you are 80.

    I discovered this the other day when I tried to hop on one leg. I found that I could barely get my foot two inches off the ground! So don’t kid yourself, you are not what you were last year and if you are planning a trip somewhere, here are some tips to keep in mind.

    Travelling which was fun in your younger days is no longer the same. Undoubtedly travel is much easier with better access to places, faster means of transport and better facilities on the road.

    But

    Your body has grown older and needs special attention while travelling.

    Ten years ago, my friend told me that we had only a few years of travel left in us. I was aghast. We were only in our late 50s and were strong and fit. We were free from work deadlines, school routines and all the usual stuff that takes up time to see the world. But now I realise what she meant. As you grow older, your focus changes, your body changes and your destinations change too.

    No longer do you want to cavort on the beach with your kids. No longer do you have to look for kid friendly destinations. No longer do you have to wait for the right friend to travel with. You are truly free to roam the world.

    I never realised how difficult it is to travel as a Senior. Till as late as 10 years ago, I would look at all the seniors whizzing past me on airports with clunky closed shoes, cardigans and big bags clutched firmly in their laps as they watched me walk miles and miles with my strolley carry on luggage. I never thought that one day I too would want to sit in one of those airport carts rather than walk.

    Travelling these days, especially for Seniors has become quite tedious. With flight delays, cancellations and all kinds of difficulties, one has to be prepared for any eventuality.

    Before you travel.

    Even before you plan to go somewhere, make sure that it is to a place you can go to.

    • Make sure that you are going to the right place. For instance, there is no point in going to visit a place where you have to climb a thousand steps to see any monument. And even if you have to travel to that place ( if you are going in a group or with family), ensure that there is a lift or at least a ramp or at best a railing.
    • Keep your medications with you at all times and any other stuff that you may need. Even if you are travelling to a familiar place or within the country, your medications may NOT be available or easily available so don’t depend on buying them later. Flight delays, lost baggage can leave you stranded without your regular medicines. So keep them with you at all times.
    • Have the name of a local contact. I used to find it very amusing when my parents would try and dig up some long lost cousin or a friend of a friend living in the place I was visiting. But over the years, I find it helps to know someone other than the Hotel concierge or even your Tour Guide to help you in an emergency.
    • Time your arrivals and departures at reasonable times. Whenever looking for suitable trains/planes/boats, remember to take into account the amount of time you need before actual departure or arrival. There is no point in leaving or arriving well before or after your regular sleeping and waking times.
    • Find out if your hotel/resort is Senior friendly. During a recent trip, I discovered that the hotel we were booked in was most un Senior friendly. The rooms were far away from the restaurants and the general service area. The pathways were slippery, and unmarked and the entire property poorly lit.
    • Location. While a holiday share may be a reasonable way to see the world, it may not always be conveniently located. It always helps to get a hotel that is centrally located so that you could just wander around close by and get a feel of the city/town. Remember, you are no longer young or spry enough to jump into local trains or buses.
    • Companion . As far as possible, travel with a friend or companion – one who you can count on to hold your hand if required.

    While you are on the Move

    • Something to nibble. It helps to keep some nuts/biscuits or even a fruit handy should you feel like a bite. Needless to say, you should always carry a bottle of water or at least a bottle to fill water.
    • A jacket or shawl is always handy. A hat or scarf helps too.
    • Sit by the window if possible. Sitting in the middle seat can be difficult especially when going on a long road trip. In a plane or train, I prefer this seat so that you don’t have people going ‘over’ you.
    • Carry a book to read or music to listen to. Long waiting periods can get tedious and boring so it helps to have your own entertainment with you.
    • Phone chargers and power banks have become essentials these days.
    • Dealing with incontinence. Toilets or restroom stops may not always be possible so it helps to wear a diaper while on the move.

    This may sound scary to those of you who still travel with a backpack but it always helps to be prepared.

    So throw away those doubts and fears. Dust off your luggage, find a friend and book your ticket to the place you’ve always wanted to go to.

    Ciao

  • Rubik’s Cube, Gaza & the Cruise

    These three unrelated things came to a head in my life in November 2023.

    And last week when Wow Dinga and Little Po came home with a new Rubik’s cube gifted by their aunt who had just returned from Hungary, it all came back to me.

    The old Rubik’s Cube

    Rubik’s cube as we all know is a 3 dimensional puzzle invented by the Hungarian architect and sculptor Erno Rubik to demonstrate to his pupils, the structural problem with pivoting moving parts without having the structure falling apart.

    It was later marketed as a toy and since then has been popular with children and adults alike, attaining almost cult like status..

    Anna Shetty had planned a holiday to Egypt over the Diwali break and a cruise on the Nile was one of the highlights of that trip It was going to be a longer holiday than their usual four day break and since it would involve lots of historical sights ( read b o r i n g for the kids) and waiting at airports ( read t i r e s o m e ) etc, she brought along a Rubik’s Cube to keep the boys entertained and away from each other’s throats.

    Gaza

    Our holiday was booked well in advance and we were all ready to fly out on the night of 10th November. But a month earlier on 7th October, Hammas and several other Palestinian organisations launched simultaneous attacks on Israel from Gaza.

    That was enough to throw our arrangements out of whack. Not only were we anxious about going ahead with our trip but but worried that something might happen if we went ahead.

    Many people cancelled their holidays to Egypt, and our travel agent had to jiggle around with our hotels etc and our cruise ship. She squished us in a cruise that had a group of Koreans and a group of East Europeans since we definitely didn’t want to eat Butter Chicken and Curry rice with other exclusive ‘Indian’ cruises.

    The Cruise

    So we found ourselves boarding the ship that we boarded.

    After we settled into our cabins, we went down for lunch and were assigned a table near the Europeans. with distinctly Slavic features. They were a bunch of old ladies and two men – one young and one old. Playing detective, I surmised that they were a group of friends travelling with their tour coordinator ( the older man who was the only one who spoke English). The younger man, with floppy hair and small eyes, who I thought was travelling with his mum (a lady who resembled him).

    While everyone on the tables were chattering, I felt the young man’s eyes boring into our table. I realised he was staring at Anna Shetty. We were quite used to people staring at her so we didn’t pay much attention. But when winked at her, I was a bit horrified. Surely this man knew she was travelling with her family and was decidedly not single.

    On the deck while passing through the locks at Luxor

    On the day the boat was passing through the locks at Luxor, the entire ship gathered on deck watching the procedure and enjoying the sun.

    The Europeans were up too and having a merry time laughing and joking. And the Starer kept staring out at the sea.

    Suddenly, one of the ladies came up to Little Po, smiled a wide smile and pointed at him. She then made a gesture of twisting the cube and pointed to herself. We guessed that she wanted to try, so we offered it to her. She refused, shaking her head and ran back to her table. A few minutes later, she came with the Starer in tow.

    We were totally shocked when he pointed to the cube and spoke to us in English! He explained that his group was from Hungary, the land of Erno Rubik and that his mother was intrigued with the speed with which the boys solved the puzzle.

    So much for my wild imagination! That wink and stare must have just been his way of trying to reach out to people younger than his old mum and her friends.

    Ciao

  • The Shore temple at Ganpatipule

    It was our last day in the Konkan, and we had just three more things to cross off our bucket list. We had been receiving frantic phone calls from home, warning us that Mumbai was lashed with heavy rains and to be careful while walking around.

    But as we were sipping tea on the verandah, I saw a Ganesha standing out amongst the green in the distance.

    I knew it would be a good day despite the clouds hanging low and the occasional drop of rain plopping down.

    Can you see the lighter green creeper curve into a Ganesha with his trunk turning to the right ?

    Anna Shetty had once gone to Ganpatipule with her gang of medical students and they had had such a good time, that I was curious to find out for myself what magic this temple held. Besides, the name itself has a nice ring to it.

    The Ganesh Temple

    Ganpatipule is famous for its beach temple of a self generated or swayambhu idol of the elephant-headed god Ganesh. This idol doesn’t have the usual flapping ears normally seen on a Ganesh but it mesmerises you with its serene expression. The bulging eyes and curved trunk somehow make it seem that Lord Ganesh is having a good chuckle.

    It had started drizzling by the time we reached the temple so we had to be careful as we made our way inside. We bought our trays of flowers and incense from one of the numerous vendors before going in.

    The Ganpati festival was just over yet the festive air still lingered despite the fact that it was part of Pitrupaksh. (the fifteen days when Hindus offer prayers to their ancestors). The temple was relatively empty and we got a peaceful darshan. The priest said a special prayer as he offered our flowers to the idol. And while going out I whispered a special wish in the mouse’s ear.

    Unfotunately it was really raining hard by the time we left the temple and couldnt go to the beach to see how it looked from afar. In any case, the awning erected for the waterproofing made it quite difficult to see the temple itself.

    An unexpected literary treasure

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    I’m ashamed to admit that neither Mrs B nor I know much about Marathi literature. So a visit to acclaimed Marathi poet Krishnaji Keshav Damle’s ancestral home that has been converted to a memorial, wasn’t really on our itinerary. But when we went to the restaurant at Malgund, we found it still closed. The manager advised us to go further ahead and visit the memorial instead of sitting in the car for over half an hour waiting for the restaurant to open.

    And I’m glad we did because Keshavsut ( meaning son of Keshav) the pen name under which he wrote his poems was one of the major poets of Modern Marathi literature, breaking away from the tradition of writing poems in praise of the gods or mythology. Since it was raining, we didn’t go inside ( there was a huge puddle near the entrance ) and I just took a few pictures of his house.

    Behind the house was a pavillion that had slabs of the poet’s work engraved on stone tablets. I thought it was a beautiful way to present his work to the uninitiated like me

    I tried reading the poems but gave up trying to understand them and resorted to Google Translate instead.

    The building behind had a library, a small, covered space for events and a large room with stunning pencil sketch portraits of Marathi poets and authors in the last hundred years.

    Typical Homestyle lunch

    It would seem strange to drive hundreds of miles to eat the food I eat at home but it’s always nice to eat food that’s cooked by someone else.

    Swad by Mehandale is a good example of our homecooked food and is very popular with my clansmen who come from near and far to visit this part of the world.

    Savarkar’s Temple

    The road back to Ratnagri was nothing short of picturesque. It was a narrow winding road with lush green on either side, going up and down the hilly mountainside. From time to time we would get glimpses of untouched beach, with foamy waves breaking on the sand. Unfortunately, I couldn’t take any photos as it was raining quite heavily by now. But this road was scenic and would have been a wonder to drive on a sunny day.

    There was one more historic spot in Ratbagiri we had to visit: the Savarkar Memorial.

    Apart from the statue at the beginning of the complex, the memorial itself was a real let down. Vinayak Damodar Savarkar was an early freedom fighter who not only fought for freedom but also advocated social change in the fabric of our caste driven society. The Patit Pavan temple that stands as a memorial to him is actually built as per his design, specifically for all Hindus even those outside the caste system to worship in.

    Unlike Gandhi, he actually encouraged armed resistance against the British and was one of the first people to put forth the idea of a Hindu nationalist identity. He always courted controversy and was even imprisoned in the notorious Cellular Jail in the Andamans, a place where the British consigned the political prisoners to.

    We still had some time to spare so we decided to see the Ratnadurga Fort which was an important fortication during the 17th and18rh Century. But it was really disappointing with new construction and lots of stairs to climb We also gave the lighthouse a skip because the road was steep and slushy.

    With that, our Konkan trip came to an end and we retired for the night hoping that the next day would be dry. It was going to be a 7 hour drive back.

    Going to the Konkan made a me understand why so many people love this part of the world. Even though my ancestors left this place hundreds of years ago, I felt I had come home.

    I also understood why most of my clansmen left this place. After all, we weren’t fish eaters, so how many mangoes, coconuts and rice could we subsist on?

    But with better communication and connectivity both virtual and real, it won’t be long before this part of the world loses some of its innocent charm.

    Visit it now before modernity transforms it into another cookie cutter urban sprawl.

    Ciao,

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