Gulmarg Gondola is a Jammu and Kashmir state government initiative. I am sure it is aimed at giving an access to the slopes for skiing. But then it is available for a joy ride too. And we went for the joy ride.
Gulmarg Gondola Offices
In March the places was not too crowded though there were both tourists and Skiers. There were more skiers than tourists using the place. The Gondolas are self operating. When the doors open at the dock we need to step in and after that they close on their own. It would have been then times more fun if people would not have scratched the glass for writing their names and otherwise. I hated the scratches on the gondola glasses. And the litter left behind by tourists. It leaves me foaming at mouth.
A Skiier at Gulmarg
We had Mudassar with us from the Khyber as our escort and he knew a lot about the region. He told us that a lot of the skiers came from Russia. Later at another hotel I also caught a glimpse of the famous Bill Barker who is said to know about Gulmarg more than even a local!
Aparwath, Level Two at Gulmarg Gondola
We did not spend much time at Level 1 (Kungdoor) but we did get out for quite sometime at Aparwath the level 2 of the Gondola ride. In this picture you can see Mudassar (sitting) clicking Neehar who is in turn being clicked by Ashwin and then all of them are being clicked by me. I wonder if we all were in someone’s frame as well! A media trip means that there would be plenty of cameras and plenty of clicking.
View at Level 2, Aparwath, Gulmarg Gondola
Aparwath was chilly because there was a stiff wind blowing. I was glad that I had my thick jacket. For a while I was content clicking pictures. Then the trekker in me wanted to walk up to the next bend. When I started walking, Mudassar joined me on the walk. I am sure he was worried about me breaking a limb by falling on the snow. I just slipped once but I did not fall. Thank god for the small mercies. He then told me about the concept of Heli Skiing. So in Heli Skiing people get dropped on the peaks by a helicopter and then they ski down! How does that sound to you? To me it sounded pretty incredulous.
We also had a long chat about Kashmir and its situation but it is going to be a separate post someday.
Venice has been my dream destination since childhood. But my primary purpose for visiting Italy in the year 2003 was to attend an academic conference in Modena, and not tourism. The trip to Modena was possible because I got sponsorship from the University of Modena, Italy and Indian Council of Social Science Research (ICSSR) New Delhi. But Venice is close to Modena and I had to visit it!
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So, I went to Modena and when I realized Venice was two and a half hours away, I decided to go to Venice (of course, on my own money). But it was to be packed somewhere in my hectic schedule. I arrived in Modena on September 11, 2003 1.30 p.m. Italy time. September 12 was completely devoted to the conference and later in the evening was the conference dinner. September 13, I had my paper presentation and after the lunch the conference was over. On September 14, I was taking a flight back from Bologna at 10.30 a.m.
On September 11, though I was completely jet lagged I decided to visit Venice, so that if I got delayed on 13th due to some reason I would not be going back home without having seen Venice. Now a few of you might think- why not to stay back after the conference instead of this mad rush? Well, my conference organizers (University of Modena) paid my hotel rent. I live in India and earn in Indian rupees and they do not go very far in Euro or dollars.
I checked the schedule and took a train to Venice. The approach to Venice is really beautiful. Suddenly I found that every one in my car was standing up and pulling the windows down (it was non-AC train). That is how the approach to Venice affects people. There was only water as far as I could see and a faint outline of various objects of the city. I was quite awestruck by the view, so much so that I forgot to stand. I could hardly wait to get into the city.
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As I got out from the train station and it was raining lightly. Right in front was a fountain and kids were playing near it. Beyond it was a canal, and I started wandering in just any direction that caught my fancy. I started walking on my left and there were a lot of shops selling glass souvenirs and Venetian masks. The display windows of the mask shops look very curious and eye catching. I had no particular thing in my mind while I started my stroll.
There were various boats (water taxies) and gondolas in the canals but I did not try any of those for the simple reason that I knew that gondolas are very expensive and I am very fond of walking. I really liked the atmosphere of the city a lot. I was so tired after my journey from New Delhi to Modena and then to Venice. But the sight of water, houses, churches and bridges large and small cheered me immensely. I went to the famous Rialto Bridge on foot and was barely back in time to catch the train back to Bologna.
On September 13, once again I came back to Venice and this time I rolled the windows down, stood up and watched the sunset as I approached the city. It was raining harder this time (but it stopped after a while) and it was dark as night was falling. I was really hungry and decided to try a colorful restaurant with seating arrangement outside. It was magnificent to sit by the canal and see boats and gondolas moving on the lake.
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Then I tried to resume my walk to Rialto but there were very few people and with all those narrow empty roads somehow my courage failed. Instead I took a walk around the areas near the station and Venice looked different at night with all those lights on. I picked a few souvenirs from a shop at the train station.
It was just before 11 p.m. and I decided to proceed to Bologna and spend the time at the airport and it was here that I was in for a shock. When I came to Venice on September 11, there were trains to Bologna from Venice Mestre after 11 p.m. but not on September 13. There are many trains going from Santa Lucia to Mestre. I decided to try my luck there. I reached Mestre around 11 p.m. only to discover that the next available train to Bologna is in the morning at 6.30 a.m. There were many people on the station and just for variety; I decided to spend the night there instead of checking in a hotel.
It was somewhat cold that night at Mestre. I had only a thin woolen sweater, which was pretty adequate for indoors in non-AC surroundings but not for a night at a station. One of the passengers waiting at the station was having a Heineken. After a while he tried to strike a conversation with me. I was not in a mood. He started the conversation in Italian and to put an end to it I said I speak English, which is true.
That was my undoing. He could somehow guess I was from India and so was he. He kept on getting drunk and speaking not very complimentary things loudly in Hindi, which only I could understand. I kept on ignoring him and feeling cold. I took a walk outside and saw many hotels just across the street including a Best Western. I stayed on the station but I would have moved to a hotel if at any point the station were to be deserted. That drunken Indian boarded a train after 2 hours or so. I caught my train at 6.30 in the morning and safely caught my plane back to New Delhi. In the plane, after the lunch I was so fast asleep that when I got up after some 2 hours I could not figure out where I was.
I am Mridula Dwivedi, I love to travel! I started my travel blog in 2005. I have been going places since! For more details do check out my media kit! In another life I did a Ph.D. from IIT Kanpur. I was a professor when I quit my job in 2015.
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