KOMPAS.com - Dawn has not explained when we hurried to leave the inn, walk a few kilometers, the bus that would take us to the city of Chandigarh has been filling up with passengers. At 5:10 o'clock minute bus upbringing a reputable travel agents in Amritsar, Libra Travel, started off in the mist that began to erode. Buses charged nearly 50 people this plan will bring us to Chandigarh in 5 to 6 hours ahead.
Faint still slammed drowsiness, we chose to continue our sleep. Just a few while we were asleep, the bus was stopped at a diner. We look to the sky, the day starts sunny, at 07:00 the bus stopped at a rest area to invite the passengers ate breakfast at some restaurant that is available around the area, but we opted to enjoy some snacks we had brought on the bus alone.
Until 11:35 o'clock we arrived at the entrance of the city Chandigarh, the city is indeed appear to be more organized in the streets of the capital which has a modern, lush with green plants lined up around the main street. There is no means of visible pollution in this city. All neatly packed, the traffic also appears regularly with the facility in general as in the metropolis.
Naturally, the city is touted as the Greenest and the Cleanest City in India. Structure also appears to be more modern buildings, ranging from area offices to shopping centers, base accommodations here appear to be more secure cleanliness and keeksklusifannya. Not according to plan, it turns out our bus stopped at the bus agency, rather than at the city terminal in question, precisely around the sector 9. We started with behavior misuh misuh-wheeler drivers are extreme in offering services bajajnya, even offhand attract our backpack, with the intention that we use the services of his vehicle, did not hesitate to back our anger toward them. As a result we chose a Punjabi ricksaw services that offer price by 40 rupees to the city terminal in sector 17 Chandigarh.
The sun began to rise, but because so many trees of this city seem so dim and beautiful, 20 minutes later we arrived at the terminal and left our backpack in the locker service is available at this terminal. Pretty cheap for only 40 rupees for a large backpack. In this way we are free to pitch in Chandigarh. Actually this trip is only a transit trip we went to Agra, Chandigarh in our eyes is far more modern than the previous towns. But we are looking for is not it, does not mean we are also more interested in the status of the country is dirty.
Jakarta to us more than enough to enjoy the modernity of life, no doubt we decided to look for other colors cities here, which is more colorful and more ethnic, as in our observations on the life of Chandigarh has adopted eligibility, no longer displays typical of what ethnic called the color of India.
Our night train ticket to Agra we deliberately take away from this town, that day is enough for us to know kemodernisasian the capital of Haryana and Punjab. Our agenda in Chandigarh just want visited Neck Chand Fantasy Rock Garden, which is in the ear of the tourists.
It is said that the garden was filled with a variety of unique garden ornaments are working up the material derived from used goods are unused, even garbage-organic and non organic waste is recycled to be some form of objects that have never thought of before. Tracing back to Jakarta, lately business is a lot of handicrafts made from recycled waste materials to glassware.
We were so intrigued by the famous architectural works of Chandigarh who masterminded the manufacture of garden fantasy. We hurried lunch in the canteen at the terminal before traveling to Rock Garden, a package of Thali (Indian typical regular menu) and main menu Masala Sin became our lunch this time.
Difficulty to obtain precise information about the trajectory around us also feel, not simply by observing the name of the bus route to the destination, as most signnya wear Hindi alphabet, a few people we spoke to also sometimes just shaking his head. Finally, after the Hindi-style trouble communicating with people around to ask the bus route that we mean, a bus driver shows it to us. While the bus was not air-conditioned, still comfortable with adequate ventilation, the price of a bus route to the Rock Garden is pegged at 10 rupees, with a maximum of 30 minutes long journey.
A guard booth we met, appoint an elderly woman who was guarding the gate entrance Rock Garden, when we asked where we can buy tickets. We wonder, what kind of payment mode, when the counter is written ticket prices, which we thought was a ticket booth. And we were even more surprised when the old lady who more fun "nyirih" (India: Pan) is actually pointing to the counter behind which we had come, even he was pushing us towards the counter. Cash only we were angry with the officer the ticket counter. Kesel we did not just end there, the woman ticket lady's dressing-grumble grumble to us with her Hindi which obviously we do not understand. "India .. India .. .. really so incredible, "we muttered as he left.
Betel in his hand was likewise in the women get rid of that ticket inspectors when we handed him the ticket. Grinning even he was trying to show off her red lips are still full of her saliva mixed with a pan that is almost dripping. Arghhh, we can only shudder to see him as he jogged away. "There-there aja emang India," he complained. The city is arguably the modern, but people still look distinctive with ke'norak'annya it.
Apart from those tacky, the garden is indeed a unique look with the parks, each with distinctive ornaments. From the start of the sculptures in the form of mammals, birds, until the human-shaped sculpture and farmers are decorated with patches of all of the unused goods. A garden filled with bird ornaments that adorned his body with broken bracelets as jewelry are usually mandatory for Indian women, to the effect of bird feathers shiny colors. Shards of glass and ceramics are also used as ornaments for the statues of the other parks.
In the garden area of 20 hectares, are also stored artificial waterfall, the roots of the trees created a unique work on the roadside, to the main park that contains the "Laughing mirror", we invited an amused smile to see the reflection of ourselves in the glass that has the effect unique reflections, the more unique again, the material was derived from the former glass strung together. Nek Chand's Fantasy Rock Garden fabulous make this a hallmark of Chandigarh city. Not only children, the young couple were seen enjoying the small alleys filled with colorful flowers.
It was getting late in the day, was at 3 pm, we rushed back to the terminal with the same bus route. The location of the railway station in this town is rather far from downtown, it took approximately two and a half hours to reach the area of Ambala Cannot (name of the Chandigarh railway station). Are like in Jakarta as the city terminal, the terminal is also shared terminal pathway in 2 routes, buses and city buses in the city. To go to Ambala we need to take the bus with a route out of town like Mayasari Bhakti bus in Jakarta.
Passengers increasingly boisterous and full, we chose to sit beside the driver, still have to sit overcrowded, not just people with congenital many, many young executives using these transportation services, supposedly from a man we knew in Punjab bus. According to two and a half hour commute to the office every day it's a matter of course, the workplace is far reportedly did not dampen their enthusiasm to keep working for a living. Given the large number of unemployment than employment, even if a lot of jobs, the level of society that is still far from sufficient to automatically receive education difficult for them to get the level of job status, sad indeed.
Another case with a strange situation that we feel inside the bus, had been since we began to familiar with a man named Ajit Singh's Punjab. This bus driver did not seem pleased, especially from our conversation, the driver knew that Ajit bersilahturahmi invited us to his house. The driver even with a coarse accent India Ajit apparent rebuke, and obtaining waved his hand to us, as our cue to not accept the offer. We're so deep in thought between the good that is offered with the intent Ajit angry the driver.
The trip to Ambala imperceptibly into the second entrance on the clock, residence Ajit getting closer. War of words between the driver with Ajit are still common. We become increasingly hesitant to accept the offer Ajit come to his house, but innocent faces make us falter. The lure he will deliver us to the station afterwards Ambala Cannot.
Finally we heed, Ajit down and invited us to participate, once again we look to the driver, still with a tone gregetan. He signaled us to remain stay in place. It confused us react when we are anxious to know the families of Punjab here even though the goods an hour or two hours. We then thought better safety. "I'm sorry another time we stop by your house," that's what we said when Ajit finally forced us down.
Buses still run along the crowd, it seems we will soon arrive in the central area of Ambala. The driver then smiling, nodding with her Hindi language he spoke to us, who knows what he's talking about who would he look happy because we did not go down with Ajit. We look at his expression that seemed to just escaped from the cage of a tiger, we say "Sukriya" passengers when the bus started off at the terminal Ambala.
Looking at the situation around, we like being in the middle of noisy terminal Jakarta Pasar Senen, very similar, but the area is more irregular, and certainly far from clean. The station that makes similar location Senen Market, just opposite the bus terminal. We rushed to join the crowd began to jostle in the queue ticket, because it is not highseason, the process of filling out tickets until payment is running very smoothly. Train ticket "Chatisgarh Express"-style sleeper class we got for 360 Rupees per person.
At exactly 21:20, Chatisgarh Express sleeper train from platform 5 has been pulled away state of Haryana Punjab, 12 hours ahead towards the city of Agra, where one of the seven wonders of the world still gracefully landscaped, well the Taj Mahal, We Are coming! We ended the night on the train with a few pieces of Indian biscuit before we bought in Chandigarh. Accidentally, this dinner we opted for snacking alone, in addition to saving, as well as our food supply is still a lot smaller. (Zee)
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