Category Archives: Transport

Popayán to San Agustín and 5 Pit Stops

The woman told me that the journey would take between four and six hours depending on the weather.  She also said that we’d be stopping for lunch.  I expected one stop.

From Popayán, the 10:30 am bus bound for San Agustín didn’t actually leave until 11:30 am.  I never figured out why we left an hour late, nor did I try to find out.

The World-Class Medellín Metro

I never thought I’d write a post about a city’s metro system.  But, I’ve seen a few of the world’s finest and the Medellín Metro is now my favorite on earth.  Using it is also what I believe to be the best activity you can take-part in during your stay in Medellín.

How India Has Grown on Me

I didn’t understand why the majority of travelers I’d met in India were there for the second, third, fourth or even fifth time. I was wondering what caused their minds to sensationalize the art of drifting around the sprawling subcontinent. It’s that good that you decided to come back again . . .  and again. What’s so fantastic about India? I’m practically living in a sauna.

Northern Europe in November

 The flight from Delhi was almost free of turbulence.  I felt rattling only once while being jarred awake, as there was an announcement in Dutch followed by English.  A flight attendant stated that we were flying through strong winds.  The shaking subsided in seconds and I was back asleep.

After landing in Amsterdam and exiting the aircraft, I quickly made my way to customs.

Train Travel in India: Some Pros and Cons


When I asked the man at booth number 52 about the prospects of a dining car aboard a long-day train, he answered:

“Yes there’s a car with food.”

I quickly assumed: It’s a day train.  Why wouldn’t it have a dining car?  Great!  I love to eat while gazing out at the countryside.

Buying the ticket was a cinch.  Unlike the score of other booths, this one was designated for foreign tourists. There were no other foreigners in line when I arrived.

The Night Before a Day in Bombay

 The IndiGo Airlines flight was free of turbulence save for what lasted for a few seconds when we flew into the thick, dark, late monsoon clouds that were looming over Bangkok.

Then it was smooth air drifting for the four-and-the-half-hour flight from southeast Asia to south India.

Upon arriving in Bombay I was asked a couple of questions at immigration:

How I Scored a Dirt-Cheap International Air Ticket

Upon feeling better after a stomach illness, I decided to acquire a ticket for my next destination.

My first inquiry was with AirAsia.  Since my date criteria was set for just three days in advance, this popular airline showed that all flights were full.

Two and a half months ago, I paid 6300 Rupees or $128.49 on an AirAsia flight from Kolkata to Bangkok; so, they were naturally the first option that came to mind.  In addition to the fare, I paid a  baggage check-in fee of 550 Rupees or $11.22 for a maximum of 15 kilograms or 33 pounds.  The flight time was 2.5 hours.

Inadvertently Escaping the Monsoon

The rain pounded down on Kolkata, crashing into the pavement, buildings, cars and everything else. The perpetual pelting added to the already mega cacophony of the huge and crowded city.

The monsoon is here isn’t it?”

I’m on a Night Train, or am I?

Although my train was from Tundla, 45 minutes by bus from Agra, the rare, super-helpful hotel desk man informed me that I can go and check at the Agra station right down the road.

After questioning a handful of people along the way, I finally found the enquiry booth and presented my ticket to the man.

Burnt-Out on Buses

I hope this will be my last transport bus post for a while as I now should be in the position to stick exclusively to trains. 

Trains are smoother. They don’t freak you out. Unlike buses, trains don’t have the freedom to perilously weave and overtake.

Deluxe Bus Ride: Shimla to Dharamsala
As mentioned at the end of a previous post, I opted for an overnight deluxe bus from Shimla to Dharamsala.  It was much more comfortable than the previous rides as I had two seats to myself.  The driver kept switching the lights from on to off and back again at what seemed like random occasions.   I read until I became dizzy, or until the man whimsically decided that it was time to kill the lights.