DC and I decided it was about time we had some time out, just the two of us. Being a small rural town here in Kollegal we decided to take a trip by bus to Mysore and perhaps enjoy a coffee in a cafe and eat some food we can't get in Kollegal and just enjoy some time out.
We headed for the bus terminal at about 8am and found the bus we needed by just asking around. There are no signs to point you to the right place, it's word of mouth here. It was about a 2hr trip and we laughed how we would never be taking a bus for 2 hrs in NZ just to have a coffee together.
Once there we purchased a coffee and then some fried chicken and chips but we realised that we have actually adapted and changed to the life in Kollegal and although the idea of a coffee in a cafe sounded nice, it was not all that our minds had lead us to believe it would be. I actually didn't enjoy it. I have become a rural small town girl that enjoys small sized Indian chai and dosa bars. The only thing we really did enjoy was some time out together and a ride through the country side and paddy fields on the way there.
Our trip back by bus was an interesting one. We found a bus heading to Kollegal but the one thing we did not find out was that it was going to take a different route home. I now know that being 8mths pregnant and dirt roads with pot holes do not go favourably together. We were in the back seat as they were the only ones free when we first got on the bus and it was fine until we hit the dirt roads. We were being bounced around like rag dolls. I held one arm under my belly and another on the seat in front to stop being thrown around too much and to support baby. The conductor came and moved us further up the bus because there were now some vacant seats but you should try walking on a bus that is swaying and jerking and crashing and banging when you are pregnant. So we had about an extra half hour of the off the beaten track road and then we suddenly heard a huge bang and I felt wind on my arm. The tyre had blown out. But we could not stop for another 10 mins or so until we got onto a wider road and this also happened to be the road of a very welcome tar seal. The tires had no tread what so ever, I don't think safety is the number one thing for bus companies here.
All in all we got back safely and I think if baby had any idea of coming early it would have on the bus. I think that may be my last pregnant bus ride for a while but we had to laugh. It's all part of the adventure.
We headed for the bus terminal at about 8am and found the bus we needed by just asking around. There are no signs to point you to the right place, it's word of mouth here. It was about a 2hr trip and we laughed how we would never be taking a bus for 2 hrs in NZ just to have a coffee together.
Once there we purchased a coffee and then some fried chicken and chips but we realised that we have actually adapted and changed to the life in Kollegal and although the idea of a coffee in a cafe sounded nice, it was not all that our minds had lead us to believe it would be. I actually didn't enjoy it. I have become a rural small town girl that enjoys small sized Indian chai and dosa bars. The only thing we really did enjoy was some time out together and a ride through the country side and paddy fields on the way there.
Our trip back by bus was an interesting one. We found a bus heading to Kollegal but the one thing we did not find out was that it was going to take a different route home. I now know that being 8mths pregnant and dirt roads with pot holes do not go favourably together. We were in the back seat as they were the only ones free when we first got on the bus and it was fine until we hit the dirt roads. We were being bounced around like rag dolls. I held one arm under my belly and another on the seat in front to stop being thrown around too much and to support baby. The conductor came and moved us further up the bus because there were now some vacant seats but you should try walking on a bus that is swaying and jerking and crashing and banging when you are pregnant. So we had about an extra half hour of the off the beaten track road and then we suddenly heard a huge bang and I felt wind on my arm. The tyre had blown out. But we could not stop for another 10 mins or so until we got onto a wider road and this also happened to be the road of a very welcome tar seal. The tires had no tread what so ever, I don't think safety is the number one thing for bus companies here.
All in all we got back safely and I think if baby had any idea of coming early it would have on the bus. I think that may be my last pregnant bus ride for a while but we had to laugh. It's all part of the adventure.
Wow. What an intense journey and a great story to tell :) Glad you guys could get out together xo
ReplyDeleteWhile I was reading your blog (before I saw the pics) I imagined the bus would be rickity rusty one. lol. Its actually a really okay one! Happy to hear you're still in-tact Mrs C = ) lotsa love
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