KAPOORS ON THE ROAD
It’s very hard to appreciate the beauty of the bridge when you are standing upon it, and even more difficult if it’s awash in selfie-taking tourists. I had a feeling that people would be slow to get started, especially if they are part of a tour that includes breakfast at their hotel. For that reason, I was prepared to get up early, and have my breakfast a little late.
My hunch paid off. It was a beautiful Sunday morning and all was quiet, not even the locals were stirring. By the time I reached the entrance to the bridge, and the surrounding pedestrian lanes, I did see a person or two. One shop was open and I managed to find an ATM so that I could draw out enough cash for the driver who was taking us by road to Split, Croatia on the Adriatic Coast.
We had spent the previous day exploring wee Mostar so I was familiar enough with the old part of town that I managed to take the photos I wanted to take and get back to our hotel within the hour. Anil had told me when I was leaving that he wouldn’t worry about me unless I was gone more than an hour. It was 8:11 when I set out, and I arrived back at our hotel room door at 9:09. I waited outside till exactly 9:11 and knocked on the door.
He looked both relieved and surprised when he opened the door. We both had a laugh about the time because our first child, Adia was born at 9:11am and ever since there seemed to be something spooky about how often we check the clock and find the time ending in the number 11.