I know it is pretty late but there are some things that never become obsolete. So, let me share some of my travel experiences.
Since I reached Bhutan, most of the time I have been travelling for free. I mean without paying fares. As soon as I reached Phuntsholing, my classmate’s dad came to pick us up and I reached Tsirang (my home town) for free. Next day, my cousin brother picked me up and I reached home without paying a penny. Perhaps, my big forehead gathered all luck, otherwise, it is almost impossible to get vehicle during festival time forget about free travel.
After walking for almost three kilometres, we got lift. We travelled in it for next few kilometres and it wasn’t going beyond that. We walked again. Meanwhile, we were stopping every passing vehicle. After walking for a while, we were given a lift by a Bolero. After few kilometres, we were out. Alas. It seemed luck wasn’t favouring us. But one thing kept me moving – I have to attend the second blogger’s meet. That was it.
To our utter surprise, we got lift in a green Alto Car. The gentle and kind man was travelling with his family to Thimphu. We were full of smiles. We breathed in long and silently hi-fived. That was yet another free travel.
Thimphu to Paro. I was with Tashi Gyem in Madam Rekha’s elegant car. Should I say it was a free ride again? Three of us were talking about books, endlessly. Books? Boring talk? May be for others but we three were all book-lovers and joy of talking about book is as exciting as talking about our new girlfriend or boyfriend if not more interesting. Despite meeting for the first time, we were talking with each other like we were old friends.
Paro town to Drukgyel Dzong. I was in Dasho Sangay Khandu’s exquisite Prado. So comfortable, so smooth, I was lost in fantasy – dozing, perhaps. To be little more honest, it was my first ride in Prado. And I was like wow this is Prado!
Do you believe I travelled for free in Taxi?
Yes, I ain’t kidding. I travelled in Taxi from Changzamtog till town for free. Actually I was to pay him Nu. 20/- but I offered him Nu. 500/- and he asked for change. I had no change. He asked for change from another passenger but he had no change either. Then, he returned my money and asked me to go. I was so happy that I forgot to note his number. If I happen to meet him next time, I will pay him for sure. His kindness was the testimony to the existence of humanity among generally greedy and cunning Taxi drivers.
In Thimphu, every zebra-cross has a police standing. And pedestrians have to cross the road from zebra-cross, otherwise, you would be fined Nu 500/-. Good thing is that vehicle let us cross road from zebra-cross like we are some honourable Dasho. You don’t have to wait even for a second unlike in the past where we had to wait until some kind driver let us cross the road.