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Travel Troubles - LBC Post

Many years ago when I was young and single and living in Ireland, I used to go about on my own rather a lot.  I used to go to films by myself at times.  It's not that I was some loser who had no friends. Well, I'd rather not think so. It's just that sometimes I wanted to see movies and a lot of my friends were in relationships at that point, so going to films was something one did with one's significant other.  Not that I didn't go on girls' nights out with friends and enjoy meals and visits to the cinema - but when something came up that I wanted to see, it wasn't always so easy to get a companion. So.....

I had to travel on my own a fair bit too.  I went to London to visit friends who had migrated and spend weekends with them.  I took a train alone from Dublin to Cork once to meet friends there and enjoyed it immensely.  When Yash returned home to India, I took the long haul flights to meet him there  several times.  The journeys were always intensely exciting.  I enjoyed all the activities one could do alone - reading, listening to music or even watching films and then there was this bonus of meeting my love at the other end - then there was no more reading or mindlessly listening to music all alone for a long while.  Then we got married, started our life together - and travelled home to Dublin twice in those early years, first with one, then two babies.  But the travelling stopped a long time ago.  In the last fourteen years, we've only been out of Lucknow twice, once to Kolkata to meet a sister of mine who had stopped there on a flight to somewhere else and another time to Jhansi, another city in our state to attend a family wedding.  Why?  Neither Yash nor I had the nerve to travel too far with four young kids to look after.

I remember reading years ago that you have to be uber careful around airports and railway stations because of those places are a magnet for criminal activity.  When I had two small kids and a baby, I could 'wear' the baby in a sling and hold two kids by the hand.  Yash, naturally, took care of the baggage.  In trains, Yash has this predilection for getting down off the train at various stops to have a smoke.  I never seem to see him reboard before the train pulls out.  So there I am in an agony of uncertainty as what seems like half the population of India moves through the train.  Then, cool as a cucumber, Yash arrives back in my life.  Oh, he's no fool, my husband.  I know that, but still.......

I can never sleep on a train with the kids around.  One night on a train I woke up and found my baby (Trish, now 11) missing.  I shrieked loud enough for the entire train to hear.  Happily, she was sleeping beside her father.  I suppose I overdid the anxiety bit but.... One hears the most horrible stories of kidnappings and other unspeakable happenings.  I spend the entire time counting my children's heads.  Neil, Mel, Trish, Nitin.  Thankfully, we've always arrived at our destination safely.  But the arrival?  Another story altogether.  When we arrived back from Kolkata to Lucknow (we had only three kids then) a Lucknow family on their way to a pilgrimage at the Hindu centre of Vaishno Devi dumped a huge steel trunk down at the door of the train, entirely blocking our entrance.  Yash lost his temper and read that man the riot act, calling him every manner of idiot he could think of.  He also told the wife of the man to feed her husband some almonds to enrich his brain.  Thankfully, though, we got off the train pretty quickly after that.

As we were trying to get down from the train on our way back from Jhansi (four kids this time) we were stopped at the door by a group of young religious students (with the dress to match) trying to push their way into the train without letting us get off.  Yash lost it again and roared like a lion at them.  I could almost see them cringe.  It was a bit embarrassing, but again, they got out of our way.

The truth is that there isn't a kinder or more considerate man than my husband.  He is, however, very protective of his family and cannot stand inconsideration of any sort in others.

This year, we're hoping to take our four children to Dublin.  I hope we'll have a great journey.

This is the weekly post for my blogging group, the Loose Blogging Consortium.  We post weekly (usually simultaneously) on a given topic and visit each other to see the different takes we have on the same topic.  We are, in alphabetical order, DeliriousRummuser,  GrannymarMagpieMaria SFocdwriterPadmumPaul,Rohit , The Old Fossil and Will.  If you have time, please visit my friends too.  This topic 'Travel Troubles' was suggested by Padmum.   


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  1. Good man your husband in a tight spot.
    I'm about to experience the novelty of travelling alone tomorrow to Belfast - where I hope to meet another LBCer - ie GrannyMar.

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  2. Have a safe trip to Dublin and do remember to get back to Lucknow. By the time you return, the new CM may have just turned it into a spanking new look/feel city. Or at least that is what the press says.

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  3. Please let me know your dates for Dublin and hopefully I can arrange a trip down, so we can meet for a coffee or lunch.

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  4. Oh bring back photos of Dublin.
    Wish I could visit!

    Riya

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