It all started with my friend getting engaged. Like all girls our age, she was worried that her bachelorette life was nearing an end and wanted to tick off one thing off her bucket list : an all-girl-gang trip. Friends were called, dates were discussed, excuses were heard, last-minute dropouts were tolerated and finally, tickets were booked. We were going to gokarna!
The final girl gang included me, my just-engaged friend and my room mate. Extensive planning was done throughout the month before the trip. I helped my roommate stalk all our Facebook friends who had visited beaches and zero in on outfits that she later ordered online. We made a list of beach essentials – sunscreen, beach hat, canvas backpack, sunglasses. Through all of this shopping, we missed a crucial piece of information, we would come to realize later.
The day of the trip arrived and we were as excited as kids in candy stores. I called up our Airbnb host to confirm our reservation and became privy to the missing crucial information. It was July. Peak monsoon season. Meaning, it was raining cats and dogs in gokarna, so we were advised to bring our raincoats. So much for the sunglasses and sunscreen! Sigh!
We refused to get bogged down and continued with the last minute shopping of cupcakes and treats(and raincoats) for the weekend. Unfortunately, the irresistible cupcakes couldn’t last till the trip but we managed to save the rest of the snacks(well, most of them). We excitedly packed beach clothes, snacks and not-so-excitedly, raincoats. We were all set to board the bus!
Soon after we boarded the bus,we realized that sleeping that night was going to stay a dream. At every turn on the road, I banged into my roommate next to me, who herself held on to dear life with the help of metal guard rails. At every brake that was applied, I slid to the end of my seat like I was on a water slide. At every bump on the road, I jumped like I was on a trampoline. At every acceleration, the bus shrieked like a haunted house. The driver was either an ex-F1 racer currently in the wrong profession or was hammered. (Or was a maniac. Or a fugitive trying to speed away from the cops.)
My friend, in the neighboring seat was busy praying for her life and preparing her unofficial will. She generously passed on the caretaker rights of her dog to her fiancé, after declaring her undying love for him. The bus journey was itself turning out to be an adventure. A tumultuous one.
If the bus journey was this eventful, we wondered what the weekend had in store for us.