The last country that we are insulting on our trip by
rushing through is India. We fly from Bangkok to Chennai (Madras), from where we originally planned to take the train to Mumbai (Bombay). However, several people discouraged us from doing that, and the alternative plan to fly to Goa and take the recommended train trip from there to Mumbai (13 hours) gets scratched as well, mostly due to insetting travel fatigue. Chennai offers us a lively beach at sunset and a delicious southern Indian dinner. Yet, Carlos' antibiotics-stressed stomach dislikes the spices, and we spend the next day recovering in the comfy Ramada hotel and catching up with things like phone calls (among them to my mother) before flying to Mumbai. There, we are in the good hands of Sumit, who facilitates our travel and takes us to a nice dinner after we have explored Elephanta island and its cave temples. The final day in Mumbai should have been spent in the relaxing hill-top setting of Matheran, but while the driver gets lost in the middle of
nowhere, I receive the call that my mom passed away during the night. As planned, we fly back to Europe in the evening, but I go to Zurich instead of Vienna and Prague. Thus, on October 8th, Trudi's last journey begins and our trip ends unexpectedly. And today, on the 50th day after the 50th birthday, we are saying good-bye to a special friend on Friedhof Enzenbühl, in Zurich's Grossmünster Helferei, and in Zunfthaus Rüden. She loved traveling - but she thought that our 50 days idea was overdoing it.
The last country that we are insulting on our trip by rushing through is India. We fly from Bangkok to Chennai (Madras), from where we originally planned to take the train to Mumbai (Bombay). However, several people discouraged us from doing that, and the alternative plan to fly to Goa and take the recommended train trip from there to Mumbai (13 hours) gets scratched as well, mostly due to insetting travel fatigue. Chennai offers us a lively beach at sunset and a delicious southern Indian dinner. Yet, Carlos' antibiotics-stressed stomach dislikes the spices, and we spend the next day recovering in the comfy Ramada hotel and catching up with things like phone calls (among them to my mother) before flying to Mumbai. There, we are in the good hands of Sumit, who facilitates our travel and takes us to a nice dinner after we have explored Elephanta island and its cave temples. The final day in Mumbai should have been spent in the relaxing hill-top setting of Matheran, but while the driver gets lost in the middle of
nowhere, I receive the call that my mom passed away during the night. As planned, we fly back to Europe in the evening, but I go to Zurich instead of Vienna and Prague. Thus, on October 8th, Trudi's last journey begins and our trip ends unexpectedly. And today, on the 50th day after the 50th birthday, we are saying good-bye to a special friend on Friedhof Enzenbühl, in Zurich's Grossmünster Helferei, and in Zunfthaus Rüden. She loved traveling - but she thought that our 50 days idea was overdoing it.
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