Kingdom of Bahrain
October 17, 2009
Week end - new definition
With the setting in of this new hobby of blogging, I have redefined the week ends! Bahrain week ends are Fridays and Saturdays, for me it reads Freedays and Bloggerdays respectively.
Acknowledgement
Thank you all for the invigorating reactions that I have received for my previous blog wherein an introduction to me, my family and my early days was made. All my well wishers were generous enough to profusely send their respects to my family comprising Daddy, Achan, Amma, brothers & sisters! There are more and more loving people to be introduced in my family, which I should be doing in the coming days and forthcoming blogs!
I never ever realized that most of us would share similar feelings when it comes to family, relationships, love, care and affection.
The personal notes and appreciation received for my previous blog post by virtue of mails, comments, SMS' etc. have tremendously boosted my morale and urged to write more. For that matter, I personally thank my Daddy, Bindu, Sudheesh Surendran, Mini Sreekumar, Rema Mohan, Rethi Sathish, Ramesh Kumar, Normand Lachance, Sarada Priya, Rashmi Ranjan, Krishnakumar (Vinu), Vinit Sagar, Dileep RK, Vipin Venugopal, Joseph D, Karthik Mohan, Pinto Alex, Ajit Kolethe, Capt. Kailas, Deepa Kesore, Nadia Kooheji, Kavitha Ravi, Alex Augustine, Brian Fernandez, Jimmy Joseph, Biju Jacob, Shankar Nishad, Baiju Prabhakaran, Dileep Pereira, Rajeev Nair, Chemban Jalal, Shyama Sasikumar, Remitha Manoj, Thomas Chiramel, Baburaj and Reshmi Nair.
The personal notes and appreciation received for my previous blog post by virtue of mails, comments, SMS' etc. have tremendously boosted my morale and urged to write more. For that matter, I personally thank my Daddy, Bindu, Sudheesh Surendran, Mini Sreekumar, Rema Mohan, Rethi Sathish, Ramesh Kumar, Normand Lachance, Sarada Priya, Rashmi Ranjan, Krishnakumar (Vinu), Vinit Sagar, Dileep RK, Vipin Venugopal, Joseph D, Karthik Mohan, Pinto Alex, Ajit Kolethe, Capt. Kailas, Deepa Kesore, Nadia Kooheji, Kavitha Ravi, Alex Augustine, Brian Fernandez, Jimmy Joseph, Biju Jacob, Shankar Nishad, Baiju Prabhakaran, Dileep Pereira, Rajeev Nair, Chemban Jalal, Shyama Sasikumar, Remitha Manoj, Thomas Chiramel, Baburaj and Reshmi Nair.
My salutes once again to all the above friends who found time to read my previous blog and send their comments!
Perhaps, due to the above, I am jotting down this blog with an increased level of "risk and insecurity". I have to really fight with the expectations set by the above friends! Initially, I intended to blog sequentially, or, rather on a chronological order, but now I am thinking of picking subjects and life-pieces from here and there. So, in contrast to a serious and a reportedly touching blog posted previously, why not I try to write something with lighter notes?
Days roll back to 2004 September, my first ever visit to Spain !
Before you read, a (repeated) reminder, or rather, a Disclaimer : I am neither a good writer nor an expert in English language. Moreover, I do not have the courage to read this once more before publishing!! So, may I humbly request you to "forego" the typos and grammatical errors, if any ! I know you will, hence, many thanks, in advance.
I had the fortune to represent my then organization for a User Conference in Barcelona, Spain, hosted by Hewlett Packard. I was accompanied by, or, I accompanied Mr. Abdul an official from Batelco.
We left Bahrain by KLM, an hour past midnight of Sep 26th to reach Amsterdam early morning. Browsed through Schiphol Airport's Duty Free shops as we had a transit break of nearly 3 hours prior to our onward flight to Barcelona. To comment, Amsterdam Schiphol Airport is one of the busiest airports in the world, being the hub of KLM Airlines.
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After a subsequent flight of 90 minutes from Amsterdam, we reached Barcelona International Airport. I am specifically putting on record, the names and places etched in my memory, to enable all of us to visualize the locale, in the best possible way!
Our accommodation was booked at the Conference venue itself, viz., Hotel RA Beach Thalasso-Spa. We understood from the Airport Information Counter that this place is located 60 km away from the Airport. Taxis were told as available, but the counter agent warned that it would cost more than 100 euros. The clerk at the information counter spoke bare-minimum English and hence we were able to collect some information about transportation. Alternatively, she told, that there are train services to a place near the hotel, but we would bother catching three trains, minimum, to say!! We did not realize that near would be far for us!! As a matter of fact, getting people speaking to us in English is a "rare phenomenon" in most of Europe, except UK !!
The clerk reminded that travelling by taxi would save time, but not money when compared to that of a train journey. Considering the cost saving and quite thrilled by the huge per diem savings in the pipeline (if we take a physical strain to travel by train against travel by taxi), we did not think anything further, and decided to catch the next train to start our journey to the destination !
[Per diem is a Latin word meaning a daily allowance, usually for living expenses while travelling in connection with one's work or being employed at a distance from one's home.]
Barcelona Aeropuorto, the railway station, adjacent to Barcelon Airport, has regular train service to the city. With much difficulty, enormously using the less-practised sign language and displaying the address of the hotel written (in English) in a fool-scap paper, we somehow managed to convince the travel desk personnel about our humble and simple requirement. In return, she told us that we need to catch a train to a station called Barcelona Sants, which comes as third station from Barcelona Aerupuorto. From Barcelona Sants, she continued to explain further "logistics", but we could not follow what she said!
With all the baggages and camera (my companion) we got into the crowded train with great physical courage. We were focussed on counting the number of stations passing by, rather than admiring the beautiful sight outside, very well remembering the place where we were asked to disembark.
Before you read, a (repeated) reminder, or rather, a Disclaimer : I am neither a good writer nor an expert in English language. Moreover, I do not have the courage to read this once more before publishing!! So, may I humbly request you to "forego" the typos and grammatical errors, if any ! I know you will, hence, many thanks, in advance.
I had the fortune to represent my then organization for a User Conference in Barcelona, Spain, hosted by Hewlett Packard. I was accompanied by, or, I accompanied Mr. Abdul an official from Batelco.
We left Bahrain by KLM, an hour past midnight of Sep 26th to reach Amsterdam early morning. Browsed through Schiphol Airport's Duty Free shops as we had a transit break of nearly 3 hours prior to our onward flight to Barcelona. To comment, Amsterdam Schiphol Airport is one of the busiest airports in the world, being the hub of KLM Airlines.
After a subsequent flight of 90 minutes from Amsterdam, we reached Barcelona International Airport. I am specifically putting on record, the names and places etched in my memory, to enable all of us to visualize the locale, in the best possible way!
Our accommodation was booked at the Conference venue itself, viz., Hotel RA Beach Thalasso-Spa. We understood from the Airport Information Counter that this place is located 60 km away from the Airport. Taxis were told as available, but the counter agent warned that it would cost more than 100 euros. The clerk at the information counter spoke bare-minimum English and hence we were able to collect some information about transportation. Alternatively, she told, that there are train services to a place near the hotel, but we would bother catching three trains, minimum, to say!! We did not realize that near would be far for us!! As a matter of fact, getting people speaking to us in English is a "rare phenomenon" in most of Europe, except UK !!
The clerk reminded that travelling by taxi would save time, but not money when compared to that of a train journey. Considering the cost saving and quite thrilled by the huge per diem savings in the pipeline (if we take a physical strain to travel by train against travel by taxi), we did not think anything further, and decided to catch the next train to start our journey to the destination !
[Per diem is a Latin word meaning a daily allowance, usually for living expenses while travelling in connection with one's work or being employed at a distance from one's home.]
Barcelona Aeropuorto, the railway station, adjacent to Barcelon Airport, has regular train service to the city. With much difficulty, enormously using the less-practised sign language and displaying the address of the hotel written (in English) in a fool-scap paper, we somehow managed to convince the travel desk personnel about our humble and simple requirement. In return, she told us that we need to catch a train to a station called Barcelona Sants, which comes as third station from Barcelona Aerupuorto. From Barcelona Sants, she continued to explain further "logistics", but we could not follow what she said!
With all the baggages and camera (my companion) we got into the crowded train with great physical courage. We were focussed on counting the number of stations passing by, rather than admiring the beautiful sight outside, very well remembering the place where we were asked to disembark.
After 15 minutes of travel, we got off the train at the specified Barcelona Sants railway station. Since the platforms are located underground, we were forced to carry the baggages and climb to the ground level. That was a bigger station and there were many ticket counters. But, for us, just purchasing ticket was not the only issue - we should be lucky enough to meet an English speaking clerk as well. Approached one of the counters, and as a destiny, the clerk was total NO to English! Based on the address of the hotel from the invitation letter, without even
uttering any word, he issued us the tickets and showed his open palm. We interpreted the sign language in the correct way - to go to platform No. 5. That information was very crucial as this railway station was having nearly 10 platforms!! He wrote in the piece of paper something to be read as "Tortosa". Thank God!!
Please let me appreciate the punctuality and beauty of the train service in Barcelona! At the specified time, a train bound to a station called Tortosa arrived at the platform. We could realise from the map kept at the platform notice board that the train to this destination will pass through our final disembarking point - Tarragona. Having said that, let me show a glimpse of a passing train !!!
It was a journey of 1 hour through the coastal area of Barcelona to reach Tarragona. Since our hotel was also facing the sea and the beach (as per the then-available pictures gathered through website), we were confident that we were moving in the right direction, and to a certain extent, it was. I learnt that Tarragona is the main city on the Costa Daurada, and has a notable fishing and yachting port. Its 15 km of coastline give rise to long gently sloping beaches of thin sand.
As soon as the train stopped at Tarragona Station, we got down from the train with a sigh of relief. After a pause of few minutes, we called up the Hotel Reception to give us guidance to get a taxi to reach the hotel. Alas! we were shocked when we heard from the other end of
the telephone that we were at the wrong place altogether !! I cannot describe the frustration-turned-melancholy I had gone through at that point in time!
Looking at Abdul top to bottom, I was cursing myself to have been set off for this adventure, at an unknown place, with an unknown language, and got equally or rather, more frustrated when we realised once again that we were in no-man's land even after 4 hours from our landing at Barcelona Airport. The situation clearly reminded me of the proverb, viz. "Penny wise, Pound foolish"
Sat quietly for some time, regained courage, approached the ticket counter clerk at Tarragona Station. As feared, the clerk showed the same mindset - a big NO to English. But, he had shown some mercy to look at the penultimate line in the hotel address (which we always carried in a fool scap paper). On "analyzing" the address for sometime, he issued tickets for us to a Station called El Vendrell. In addition, he showed two of this fingers which we intepreted as platform No. 2.
Crossed the tracks using the underground passage (we both were literally resembling coolies, carrying all our heavy baggages on our head) and waited at Platform No. 2. One train came immediately and we 'climbed' into it. Forgetting all the bad past, Abdul and myself started passing time by playing Solitaire in phone and looking-out-through-the window respectively.
After approximately thirty minutes, in order to update the event organizers, we telephoned one of the designated HP officials and narrated the whole story and reported our current "moving location". With 'profound grief and shock' (no other words to explain), we were told that we were again travelling in the wrong direction - this time, going back to Barcelona Sants!! (The reason : We should have caught the train that was coming from the opposite direction in Platform No. 2. in Tarragona). I questioned myself - "who is to be blamed?"
That made us re-iterate that world is round.
Come what may, we DECIDED to get out of the train, get a taxi, ready to incur whatever expense and reach the hotel. After some time, the train reached a small station where we got down. I will never forget the name of the station - Vilanova Ila Geltru!! Since the train had only a halt of 2 minutes, we jumped out of the train with all the big baggages, some on our head !
When we tried to exit out of the station, the automatic gates refused our tickets by politely notifying a message (in Spanish language) meaning "Invalid destination". The machine was not wrong as we were in the wrong route when compared to the ticket we got from Tarragona Station. Again, I questioned myself - "who is to be blamed?"
With the now-expertised-sign language and English (which was understood only by myself and Abdul) we could manage to convince the official there to open the exit gate for us. As a way of
life re-created by then, we showed him the hotel address (written on the same foolscap paper) and requested him to give his valuable advice for getting a taxi, the need of the hour. The clerk replied something in Spanish+English mixture. We understood (or rightly guessed?) what he told as that "being a Sunday, it would be very difficult to get a taxi from that small station". Again, my question prevailed - "who is to be blamed?"
Like an oasis in the desert, we saw a taxi near the Railway station, getting ready to depart. We rushed to the driver and pleaded him to take us to the final destination. He told us to guide him the route as he was not aware of this relatively new Hotel!! That was a real funny proposition and experience - guiding a local person to a place, we had never seen in our lives before, either live or in dreams!!
Thank God, after a 'long' journey (more than the flight time from Amsterdam to Barcelona), we stepped in to the Hotel. The hotel was "picturesque".
Thanks to internet, there were no problems whatsoever with the reservations made earlier. All our fatigue and strains vanished when we opened the room window to see the calm Mediterranean sea across.
After replinishing the lost energy quickly, we had an evening walk on the fine sand. The coast is flat and the water is warm, which is rich in iodine and very swallow too. We realised that the local name of the hotel location is Calafel and it would have been a million times better if we had known this earlier and would have got accurate guidance from the very first enquiry point!! My question continued - "who is to be blamed?"
We had decided to have a sight-seeing tour to Barcelona on the 27th (next day after our arrival). But, since Calafell was very far from Barcelona, we revoked our decision and thought of staying back at the hotel. We were free for the day as our first appointment of the day was just Conference Registration in the evening. But, we could not stay back at the hotel for long. So we got ourselves revitalized and set off to Barcelona city by train.
This time, the journey in train was a a deliberate challenge, as we wanted to learn the route as well. We walked down to the nearby Calafell Railway Station (just 10 minutes walk from the hotel).
With much dismay we came to know that there is a direct train plying between Calafell and Barcelona Sants!! This time, we applied our intelligence (which was reportedly unutilized for quite sometime) and got into the train with proper information and necessary geographic
knowledge! We understood that we have to get down at a station, one stop after Barcelona Sants. After an hour of journey we reached that station and we were at downtown Barcelona! It had typical Europen style four-cornered junctions.
We explored through the pavements and took a taxi to visit Olympic Stadium and Mount Montjuic. I knew these two spots from the travel plan which I got from Yahoo Travel Guide. By this time, we got used to Spanish sign languages as well !!
The Olympic Stadium did not look as big as what was written in my mind !!
Mount Montjuic was spectacular!
Again, back to the hotel in the same train, same route. This time, as I told, we did not get lost. Got back to the hotel at 5:45 pm, had a quick shower and was present in the official costume for the Registration!! Surprisingly, I met Sajeev Roy, a former SunTecian and a current member
of RenjithNet, one of my e-groups - whom I had never met till then, in person! That was really a pleasant surprise. It was an occasion to speak in my native Malayalam language for the next couple of days!!
Cava Rondel : A Champagne distillery
We were invited for HP's product's 10th anniversary dinner at a Champagne distillery, Cava
Rondel. In Spanish, Cava means Champagne. This place is located in Barcelona, another 1 hour journey, this time, thankfully no risk involved as HP arranged a bus for our journey. We started off from the hotel at 6:30 pm, but I was worried on the lighting to get some good photos of the location. Fortunately, the sun set in Barcelona during that period was at 8 pm. We reached Cava Rondel by 7:30pm or so, and clicked some pictures, but with inadequate lighting. Cava Rondel is a traditional wine distillery, in operation for centuries. Hence, the locale was an old castle kind of a building.
There are train-like-trolley vehicles to take the visitors through the various cellars in the distillery, where they store wine/champagne. They explained the methodology of wine/champagne manufacturing. We understood that the processed solution (before getting into the rank of wine/champagne) will be stored in the cellars and barrells for a minimum of 1 year.
HP also arranged the human ladder show at the premises followed by the Anniversary dinner. The presence of champagne and wine were much dominant during the dinner.
After receiving some door gifts we got back to the Hotel by midnight.
29th was spent at the hotel. On the 30th, we had an optional training at HP Office in Sant Cugant, Barcelona. Another bus journey for 1 hour...... We were only a very few and most of the participants had left for their homes by then. The journey was good enough for me, to take some pictures of Barcelona and roads therein !
uttering any word, he issued us the tickets and showed his open palm. We interpreted the sign language in the correct way - to go to platform No. 5. That information was very crucial as this railway station was having nearly 10 platforms!! He wrote in the piece of paper something to be read as "Tortosa". Thank God!!
Please let me appreciate the punctuality and beauty of the train service in Barcelona! At the specified time, a train bound to a station called Tortosa arrived at the platform. We could realise from the map kept at the platform notice board that the train to this destination will pass through our final disembarking point - Tarragona. Having said that, let me show a glimpse of a passing train !!!
It was a journey of 1 hour through the coastal area of Barcelona to reach Tarragona. Since our hotel was also facing the sea and the beach (as per the then-available pictures gathered through website), we were confident that we were moving in the right direction, and to a certain extent, it was. I learnt that Tarragona is the main city on the Costa Daurada, and has a notable fishing and yachting port. Its 15 km of coastline give rise to long gently sloping beaches of thin sand.
As soon as the train stopped at Tarragona Station, we got down from the train with a sigh of relief. After a pause of few minutes, we called up the Hotel Reception to give us guidance to get a taxi to reach the hotel. Alas! we were shocked when we heard from the other end of
the telephone that we were at the wrong place altogether !! I cannot describe the frustration-turned-melancholy I had gone through at that point in time!
Looking at Abdul top to bottom, I was cursing myself to have been set off for this adventure, at an unknown place, with an unknown language, and got equally or rather, more frustrated when we realised once again that we were in no-man's land even after 4 hours from our landing at Barcelona Airport. The situation clearly reminded me of the proverb, viz. "Penny wise, Pound foolish"
Sat quietly for some time, regained courage, approached the ticket counter clerk at Tarragona Station. As feared, the clerk showed the same mindset - a big NO to English. But, he had shown some mercy to look at the penultimate line in the hotel address (which we always carried in a fool scap paper). On "analyzing" the address for sometime, he issued tickets for us to a Station called El Vendrell. In addition, he showed two of this fingers which we intepreted as platform No. 2.
Crossed the tracks using the underground passage (we both were literally resembling coolies, carrying all our heavy baggages on our head) and waited at Platform No. 2. One train came immediately and we 'climbed' into it. Forgetting all the bad past, Abdul and myself started passing time by playing Solitaire in phone and looking-out-through-the window respectively.
After approximately thirty minutes, in order to update the event organizers, we telephoned one of the designated HP officials and narrated the whole story and reported our current "moving location". With 'profound grief and shock' (no other words to explain), we were told that we were again travelling in the wrong direction - this time, going back to Barcelona Sants!! (The reason : We should have caught the train that was coming from the opposite direction in Platform No. 2. in Tarragona). I questioned myself - "who is to be blamed?"
That made us re-iterate that world is round.
Come what may, we DECIDED to get out of the train, get a taxi, ready to incur whatever expense and reach the hotel. After some time, the train reached a small station where we got down. I will never forget the name of the station - Vilanova Ila Geltru!! Since the train had only a halt of 2 minutes, we jumped out of the train with all the big baggages, some on our head !
When we tried to exit out of the station, the automatic gates refused our tickets by politely notifying a message (in Spanish language) meaning "Invalid destination". The machine was not wrong as we were in the wrong route when compared to the ticket we got from Tarragona Station. Again, I questioned myself - "who is to be blamed?"
With the now-expertised-sign language and English (which was understood only by myself and Abdul) we could manage to convince the official there to open the exit gate for us. As a way of
life re-created by then, we showed him the hotel address (written on the same foolscap paper) and requested him to give his valuable advice for getting a taxi, the need of the hour. The clerk replied something in Spanish+English mixture. We understood (or rightly guessed?) what he told as that "being a Sunday, it would be very difficult to get a taxi from that small station". Again, my question prevailed - "who is to be blamed?"
Like an oasis in the desert, we saw a taxi near the Railway station, getting ready to depart. We rushed to the driver and pleaded him to take us to the final destination. He told us to guide him the route as he was not aware of this relatively new Hotel!! That was a real funny proposition and experience - guiding a local person to a place, we had never seen in our lives before, either live or in dreams!!
Thank God, after a 'long' journey (more than the flight time from Amsterdam to Barcelona), we stepped in to the Hotel. The hotel was "picturesque".
Thanks to internet, there were no problems whatsoever with the reservations made earlier. All our fatigue and strains vanished when we opened the room window to see the calm Mediterranean sea across.
After replinishing the lost energy quickly, we had an evening walk on the fine sand. The coast is flat and the water is warm, which is rich in iodine and very swallow too. We realised that the local name of the hotel location is Calafel and it would have been a million times better if we had known this earlier and would have got accurate guidance from the very first enquiry point!! My question continued - "who is to be blamed?"
We had decided to have a sight-seeing tour to Barcelona on the 27th (next day after our arrival). But, since Calafell was very far from Barcelona, we revoked our decision and thought of staying back at the hotel. We were free for the day as our first appointment of the day was just Conference Registration in the evening. But, we could not stay back at the hotel for long. So we got ourselves revitalized and set off to Barcelona city by train.
This time, the journey in train was a a deliberate challenge, as we wanted to learn the route as well. We walked down to the nearby Calafell Railway Station (just 10 minutes walk from the hotel).
With much dismay we came to know that there is a direct train plying between Calafell and Barcelona Sants!! This time, we applied our intelligence (which was reportedly unutilized for quite sometime) and got into the train with proper information and necessary geographic
knowledge! We understood that we have to get down at a station, one stop after Barcelona Sants. After an hour of journey we reached that station and we were at downtown Barcelona! It had typical Europen style four-cornered junctions.
We explored through the pavements and took a taxi to visit Olympic Stadium and Mount Montjuic. I knew these two spots from the travel plan which I got from Yahoo Travel Guide. By this time, we got used to Spanish sign languages as well !!
The Olympic Stadium did not look as big as what was written in my mind !!
Mount Montjuic was spectacular!
Again, back to the hotel in the same train, same route. This time, as I told, we did not get lost. Got back to the hotel at 5:45 pm, had a quick shower and was present in the official costume for the Registration!! Surprisingly, I met Sajeev Roy, a former SunTecian and a current member
of RenjithNet, one of my e-groups - whom I had never met till then, in person! That was really a pleasant surprise. It was an occasion to speak in my native Malayalam language for the next couple of days!!
Cava Rondel : A Champagne distillery
We were invited for HP's product's 10th anniversary dinner at a Champagne distillery, Cava
Rondel. In Spanish, Cava means Champagne. This place is located in Barcelona, another 1 hour journey, this time, thankfully no risk involved as HP arranged a bus for our journey. We started off from the hotel at 6:30 pm, but I was worried on the lighting to get some good photos of the location. Fortunately, the sun set in Barcelona during that period was at 8 pm. We reached Cava Rondel by 7:30pm or so, and clicked some pictures, but with inadequate lighting. Cava Rondel is a traditional wine distillery, in operation for centuries. Hence, the locale was an old castle kind of a building.
There are train-like-trolley vehicles to take the visitors through the various cellars in the distillery, where they store wine/champagne. They explained the methodology of wine/champagne manufacturing. We understood that the processed solution (before getting into the rank of wine/champagne) will be stored in the cellars and barrells for a minimum of 1 year.
HP also arranged the human ladder show at the premises followed by the Anniversary dinner. The presence of champagne and wine were much dominant during the dinner.
After receiving some door gifts we got back to the Hotel by midnight.
29th was spent at the hotel. On the 30th, we had an optional training at HP Office in Sant Cugant, Barcelona. Another bus journey for 1 hour...... We were only a very few and most of the participants had left for their homes by then. The journey was good enough for me, to take some pictures of Barcelona and roads therein !
By 30th evening, we realised that we were not having proper food for last some days!! Happened to a Chinese Restaurants at Calafell and we 'fell' into the hotel.. Had sumptuous dinner (comparatively heavy food) and came back with a filled mind and a complete stomach!! But, the satisfaction did not last long..... had to wake up next at 1 am because of stomach
problems!!!! I had to travel back to Bahrain the same day morning and was feeling really uneasy. Got some medicines from the hotel (again, had to display my sign language skills) and after travelling for another 1 hour-leg in the taxi got to Barcelona Airport.
Had a nap till the boarding announcement was made for our flight to Amsterdam. Did not get much time to spend at Amsterdam enroute Bahrain due to a very short transit time. Our KLM Boeing 767 touched down at Bahrain International Airport before mid night of 1st of October,
2004, marking the end of an unexpected visit to Spain.
Little pain, lot of gain.. that was Spain, for me !
Let me thank the Almighty for giving me an opportunity to see these places and share my experience with all of you.
Best Regards,
Renjith Sarada
NB : As mentioned earlier, I could not read the above before publishing, due to nothing but, lethargy!!
© 2009-2012 (Renjith P Sarada) All Rights Reserved
16 comments:
Goodness the question really is WHO IS TO BLAME!! lol... very nice blog entry!! Good to hear more of your fascinating endeavors into the universal unknown!! Keep blogging! :D
Once again happy Diwali to all.
Sitting in Dubai alone in the hotel and reading through your blog made me nostalgic.My early daring airline pilot bachelor days in Europe.Many many memories of that place.Our visits to Tolouse Blagnac airport in France was very frequent,thanks to ATR training facility over there in the same compound of Airbus Industrie.
blog........ spain very nice
dearest Renju...............breath taking........how do you remember these names and times.....touchwood!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I advise you post your travalogues in"Google"......it will be a great source of information.Love......Rethi
Thank you, Rashmi, Kailas, Madhu Thirumeni & Rethi chechi for the positive comments! These are my strengths!!
It was a nice experience going through your travelogue. You own a very good writing style. Just keep the good work going.
ALL THE BEST
Hai Renjumamma,
Wow!!! that was longgg...and no wonder you found urself letharguc at the end, that you couldnt even read your own blog twice before publishing..lol!!! But trust me, it doesnt require much changes.It was beautiful and hilarious. Just that I couldnt stop giggling on the very thought (as said in ur blog "Since the train had .... big baggages, some on our head")of you jumping out of the train with the luggages ON YOUR HEAD....lol, hope you nd your mate was not wearing a Coat-Suit-Tie while doing that...haha!!!All the best for future blogs..happy Writing..
there is no dearth of topics for you. your travelling experience itself is enriching.
ur blog on the Spanish travelogue made interesting reading..good work!!..hope u all had an enjoyable diwali..
An interestng read ,ur pain in spain gained you lot of accolades even after all these years,so ur [S]pain is a rich gain indeed in both experience and positive exclaims!!smile through ur next blog!
Very nice read..reminded me of my trip to Barcelona in 2007 which was also incident packed ;)
Written good. But, feel that would have been better as I think you have skipped some points and wanted to finish it fast??
Dear Renjith,
Read your very enjoyable travelogue and had a good laugh about your trials and tribulations in Spain. The pictures were mouth watering to say the least :-). Read all your posts and am struck your simplicity and honesty. Good luck to you on your most recent venture.
That was long but kept me interested till the end. Keep them coming. I think you will have a lot of such experiences from your travels abroad.
tat is a catchy headline - pain..gain..spain! u are getting too gud at it :-)well i believ you shd start writing for papers/magazines as i hardly read such gud ones in there!
Deepa
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