Sachinn Garg

The eight day trip was a joy ride which kept leading us to sights we had never expected in the starting of the day. And to be honest, the stories and turn of events are beyond both: my 180 IQed brain and the scope/length of a readable blog post.

Perhaps bullet points shall serve better.

• Lille  introduced me to a new phrase: a crazy drunk city.
• The feel of coming out of a silent metro station to emerge into a crazy place where being undrunk was a rare commodity was second only to seeing the blinking lights on Eiffel (covered later in the post).
• And then we hit a night club where the desis liberally tried the pick up line of the night: “parle vous anglais?” Do you speak English?
• Paris was nice, a perfect touristy place where you can never have seen everything.
• <For more Paris travelogues, read “A Sunny Shady Life..!” by Sachin Garg.>
• And then one fine evening in Paris, we got to know that our Visa allows us to go abroad and Boobli fought hard to hold back her tears of joy.
• It was Frankfurt time
  • a city where everybody wears penguin inspired suits
  • a city which I will remember for the biggest book store I have ever seen more than anything
  • a city where Boobli said bye to us for the week as she could finally go to her aunt’s German house to wash her clothes
• Next was Cologne for Boobla and I.
• At 2 AM in the night, at 10 degree celcius, when Boobla and I were blissfully sleeping in the train, we saw Cologne written on a glow sign indicated that we were there.
• We kind of got up and looked at eachother. The look said only one thing, that we havent slept enough. ten seconds later, both of us were in deep slumber again, letting the train lead us where ever it was going.
• In the morning we got off the train and looked for another glow sign to find out where we were. It was Hamburg, the city of Gary C.
• So not so intentionally, I found myself in the land of Gary C, without a clue that what was her phone number or which part Hamburg she lived in.
• As Boobla found a bench in a park to catch up on the remaining snippets of sleep from the train, I changed to relatively less stinking clothes and began my search for a German cyber café to mail Gary C.
• Some four hours later, Gary C and I found ourselves sitting in a Thai restaurant and catching up on yesteryears the way two great chaddhi buddies/ diaper friends should.
• The same evening BOobla and I started our twenty hour return journey from Hamburg to Aix.
• Back in Aix, where temperature was a good twenty degrees higher than Hamburg, life came back to its lazy self.

The End