One year back I
undertook a journey of my lifetime, one with full of shocks as well as pleasant
surprises, to Mexico. Even though the story is a year old now, its imprints are
still afresh on my mind since it had left some lasting impressions behind. Today
I somehow feel like sharing my experiences of that incredible journey once
again even though I have partially written about it last year in weekly
“Kashmir Life”.
As they say, “journeys help you discover your true inner self”. It was my third visit abroad but was not as smooth and hassle-free as my earlier two trips to Turkey and Australia but it helped me a great deal in having a glimpse of the resolute self inside me (no self-boasting intended). This time I was going to present a couple of my accepted research papers at the 12th annual conference of the International Society of Pharmacovigilance that was scheduled to be held between October 30th to November 2nd, 2012 at Cancun, Mexico – the land of ancient Mayan civilization. Out of around 400 delegates I was one among the lucky six people who had been fully sponsored by the International Society for this trip purely on the basis of merit and quality of my research papers. I could never have afforded to miss that golden opportunity under any circumstances.
As they say, “journeys help you discover your true inner self”. It was my third visit abroad but was not as smooth and hassle-free as my earlier two trips to Turkey and Australia but it helped me a great deal in having a glimpse of the resolute self inside me (no self-boasting intended). This time I was going to present a couple of my accepted research papers at the 12th annual conference of the International Society of Pharmacovigilance that was scheduled to be held between October 30th to November 2nd, 2012 at Cancun, Mexico – the land of ancient Mayan civilization. Out of around 400 delegates I was one among the lucky six people who had been fully sponsored by the International Society for this trip purely on the basis of merit and quality of my research papers. I could never have afforded to miss that golden opportunity under any circumstances.
I
commenced my journey from Srinagar and my first stop-over was at Delhi followed
by Mumbai. A flight from Delhi was not available when I had booked my
tickets. Upon reaching Mumbai while I was quickly rushing towards the
immigration clearance section of the Chatrapati Shivaji Airport in order to
catch my next flight to New York I got the huge shocker that all flights to New
York had been cancelled owing to the threat of hurricane Sandy that was looming
large over the East Coast of USA. The queue of affected passengers was horribly
long and each passenger was to my great discomfort and annoyance consuming
too much time at the counter.
While in
the queue my fellow passengers were woefully narrating how this cancellation
was going to wreck havoc to their travel and other domestic plans. Behind me in the queue was an Indian-American wife and in front of me an Indian-American husband. Husband in front of me was constantly being scolded by his wife from America on phone, probably for not listening to her or something else and that was leaving him in a very embarassing situation. On the other side Indian wife behind me was rebuking her husband on phone in Gujrati for something that I couldn't understand. Poor husbands were getting the bashing both in India and America and that was the only source of amusement for me at that very time. After a spine-breaking
wait of over three hours in the queue I could make up to the airlines counter
where I was offered either a rescheduled flight through an alternative sector or a full refund in case I opted to abandon my onward trip.
But in spite of quite serious apprehensions of getting stranded somewhere in
Europe or America, I chose to go by an alternative route because I didn’t want
to return back home looking like a nincompoop without having fulfilled the basic
aim of my sojourn.
I was
reminded of an anonymous quote, “If you don’t get lost, there’s a chance you
may never be found.” They offered me a route in which I had to change four
planes between Mumbai to London to Houston to Mexico City to Cancun and my
original journey of 21 hours was getting overstretched to more than 48 hours. Since
an alternative sector was available, I quickly grabbed their offer and boarded
my British Airways flight to London with words of Alex Noble reverberating in my mind, “Success is not a
place at which one arrives but rather the spirit with which one undertakes and
continues the journey." Flight attendants of British Airways flight were all middle-aged, obese, senior employees with little enthusiasm usually seen in the younger lot and on top of it there was no vegetarian food available to my utter disgust since I mostly avoid non-veg food during foreign trips. All they could offer me was a plate of stale, dark coloured, somewhat bitter noodles that I couldn't even taste properly and had to manage with some soft drinks and biscuits only.
Upon arriving at London Heathrow
airport, it was pleasantly cold, slightly misty and drizzling. London Heathrow airport
was awfully busy as usual and after we landed I could count at least seven
planes hovering in air, lined up in the sky waiting for their turn to land.
Before our landing we too had circled many times over London and in the process
we could have a detailed glimpse of the beautiful London city from above. I
rang up to my home to inform them about the changed schedule. They had heard
about the cancellation of flights and were worried about my itinerary and
safety. I assured them on both the counts and they took a sigh of relief even
though continuous news about displacement of lakhs of inhabitants and
cancellation of thousands of flights at East Coast of USA was making me
increasingly nervous since my next stop was Houston, USA from where I had to
fly to Mexico city. My sole target was to reach Cancun in time.
My transit through Houston was
smooth and I reached Mexico City in time. However it took me some extra time to
go through my immigration clearance at Mexico City airport because of the huge rush
of passengers there in spite of the fact that I was lately given preference due
to my connecting flight. I reported at the domestic ticket counter 45 minutes
before my next connecting flight to Cancun. Travel agent shocked me there by
saying that domestic check-in closes one hour before the actual flight and
therefore I won’t be able to check myself in. I had to catch the air train and
rush back to the International terminal to contact my airlines agency for the
next flight. To my surprise in the entire hall of more than 20 ticket counters,
not even a single counter was operational. On top of it no Adam or Eve around
was able to speak or understand even a single word in English. By then I had
already missed my last flight to Cancun and that had left me really distressed.
View of pristine Cancun beach from my hotel room balcony |
I managed to board the flight just five minutes prior to its scheduled departure and the first thing I did on board was to
ask for a glass of water which was offered to me quickly by a Mexican air
hostess who was slightly bewildered to see me gasping for breath. However all hardships
were not over for me yet. Upon reaching desolate Cancun airport in the middle
of night, I received another blow when I was told that my baggage had not
arrived and would be delivered next day at my hotel, J. W. Marriott. Consequently I had to
spend the first day of the conference uneasily in my travel attire. However my
room-mate Raul Rodriguez Ramos, a Mexican Pharmacovigilance student from
Guadalajara was sweet enough to lend me his spare razor so that I could shave
my beard off.
Early morning when I
stepped out onto my hotel room balcony, the sight in front of me was incredibly
amazing. Mesmerizing view of clean turquoise waters of Caribbean sea, tidy
white sandy beaches and tall hotel buildings of Cancun standing in a row, was
nothing short of some heavenly abode. All my travel miseries vanished in a
jiffy and I found myself in an entirely different frame of mind. I found my
belief in the saying that fruits of patience are always sweet growing stronger
than ever. In fact fruits were much sweeter than sweet this time. All my travel
torments had paid back so pleasantly. I had absolutely no regrets for taking
all the trouble to reach that lovely place on the face of earth. Courteously my
travel ordeal was briefly touched upon without naming me by the Chairman of the
Conference, whom I had met at the breakfast, in his inaugural address. My
return journey back home was as per schedule without any such hassles since the
super storm Sandy had already gone past. What transpired during my four day
long stay at Cancun is another story to tell, but of course a very refreshing
and enjoyable one. It was the most memorable and cherishable confrence trip of my entire life. And yes my baggage was delivered next day at my hotel with complimentary lamination done.
- Dr Geer Mohammad Ishaq