Travel

I had this option to name this post as journey. I thought its a over used word.. Travel sounded well and so this post is Travel and not Journey.

I come from a family where we take regular outings which means travel was always there. We have made short to long travels over train, bus, flight, car and also self driven to a distance of many kms on a stretch. This made me to see different culture, people and places. My objective was always to see that place as a person belonging there and not as a tourist. This post is only to share in few words about my recent travel experience... I really mean a few words.

I had travelled to a place where you can find a railway station which is on the highest altitude in the world, the best thing of that was the view of Kanchenjunga during sun rise it was nothing less than heaven. and then travelled to city of joy, I assume that would be the only city in the world where you find every mode of transportation. The travel inside the city started with auto. In this city in a auto 6 people travel and autos stop at bus stands and other places too to pick new passengers. I sat in the front along with our pilot as he navigated through giving kisses to car and busses on his way. The next mode I picked was the metro. I got my token and waited for the metro. As soon as it arrived I was automatically inside within seconds. and the same thing happened when I got down. Yes! you got that it was heavily crowded and people pushed and pulled. I got down from there and got out on the streets, took a walk for sometime and then got into the yellow ambassador taxi to reach a hotel where I had to join for lunch. After my lunch my plan was to travel in tram. As I got out of the hotel there were hand rickshaw people. Initially I thought its unfair to travel on that, but that's how they make money for their living. So, I gave them business. As they pulled and rolled me through the streets I took every step to make them feel comfortable and then I reached the tram station. On reaching I had a mud cup tea, to add about this city its also filled with things to eat on the streets more than what you would see in Italy. The tram was appearing on the track and halted. I was the last person to board the tram and then the tram conductor pulled the rope which was connected to the bell for the driver to hear. The tram started moving I loved the tram journey. The last thing was to travel in the horse and I made it to that too, it was exciting as I sat on the decorated chariot and the horse started making its stamps in the streets of Kolkata. And thus i had travelled in all modes of transportation available in the world for normal people.