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  • Traveling in India with Jay Cutler Day 5: The Road to Amritsar

    Day 4 Continued - Ludhiana

    Not much else to add to our trip. Shortly after the motorbike incident we crossed one more traffic circle and made it to the Plaza Hotel here in Ludhiana. It's a really cool place with a dome like ceiling when you walk in. Reminded me af a much smaller version of the Blue Mosque in Turkey - except much smaller and no Allah symbols hanging in huge medallions.

    The hotel is a lot like the ones one may stay in Turkey or Jordan. There's noise outside, secuirty out front, doormen in local traditional garb, a little dusty but clean. If you've traveled like I have, you'll know what I mean.

    It was a long ride and we were tired when we pulled up. Keep in mind we started our day at 530am, went through the airport stuff, flew 2.5 hours, met people and had lunch then drove another 2.5 hours and as soon as we pulled up, a Huge Welcome Contingent swept Jay away, up the stairs and into the lobby for a formal welcome with flowers and oil on the forehead.

    I really didn't know what the plan was for this stop, but then I see Jay being swept away and I ran after them. He was escorted to a booth in the restaurant and then about 5 or so media representatives with cameramen etc immediately began to interview Sheru and Jay. I got some portion on film and some on camera. It was hard to get in there, so I put my microphone on the long 30ft cord and asked this very nice Siehk to move my microphone to the front. He had his 5yr old daughter do it for me and he graciously said your welcome after my thank yous. I found out later he's the richest guy in the area and owned the hotel, LOL.
    Here's where Jay shines as the Ambassador to the Sport of Bodybuilding. He explained after Sheru's interview that he's here to promote bodybuilding - to show what can be achieved with the right mind set and education. If we can pull young men from the street and into the gym there could be some home and aspiration for improvement. That's what Jay used weightlifting for and if others can accomplish that then that's a good thing. The reporters also asked about movies and calories and diet. It was all good and the Champ (now I sound like Dave MadMax6 without the Canadian French Accent) took all questions in stride and answered them with full explanation. It was good. I was proud of Jay and more resolute on what we came her to try an accomplish.

    After the interviews and pleasantries Jay was taken to his room. The elevator was about 5ft by 4ft and there was Jay, Sheru, Hotel owner and about 10 other guys in there. Thus I couldn't fit so I jumped into another elevator. What floor!!? I yelled out. Jay yells out, Fifth! So me and a few other Siehks jump into another elevator and found out after we got to the 9th floor that you need a hotel key to go to your specific floor so we ended up back down on the first floor. Jay's gone now. None of my keepers are around. No one speaks English. So I found the emergency stairs and start hoofing it up. The two blokes run past me - bastards. I am carrying my laptops and and another bag so I am dying running up these stairs.

    We end up on the 5th floor but it's really the 8th floor and my two Siehk buddies are now fighting with the local security. I'm tired and I feel my lactic acid from coursing from all the running - I've been getting fat on this trip and I just don't care anymore. But we take the stairs back down to the 3rd floor as the door says but it's really the 5th floor, and I found Mr Jay. It's a small living room with a small bedroom. Lots of people and more pictures. Everyone is super nice and two of Sheru's friends/acquaintances brought their kids.

    I got a room across the hall from Jay. Jay goes to sleep and as I walk in to check up on him, there's 6 or so guys sitting in his living room protecting his sleeping chambers. For a second there it reminded me of these movies where the terrorists are keeping an eye on the hostage and am waiting for Jay to come running out Rambo like to escape captivity and the chaos. But it didn't happen, so I went down to get an egg white omelet and then head back up to the room to get some work done.

    I woke up in my chair with drool dripping on my keyboard. It's 9pm. We were supposed to go to the gym at 730pm which really means 815pm. I check my phone, and there's a text at 805pm, "Ready bro?" Come to find out between the time I left Jay and I woke up they moved him to the Presidential Suite on the 18th level which is the 8th floor which is really the 5th floor.

    In short they left without me. All I wanted to do was take a few pictures, a little bit of video and get some desperately needed cardio. Instead I get a text, "I send someone for you." Sheru's cousin comes. "No water - we have water". Ok so I leave my water. We get in the car and he's gunning it before I am halfway in. I know the drill, mouth shut, brace my neck and buckle up.

    "No need for that." He's intoning I don't need my seat-belt. Fuck that dude, I am putting my seat-belt on as he's breaking and am thrown forward into the dashboard before we hit this family of four on a motorcycle.

    It was all for not, though. Jay had finished by the time I arrived. I didn't even get out of the car. We came back, I went to the Fitness Center, and it was closed. And that is how my day ended.
    "What is patriotism but the love of the food one ate as a child?" ~ Lin Yutang.

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    I've fallen behind in adding some pictures. I am wired right now from a long drive, so let me go back a few days and start off with Thursday:

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    In the afternoon, the tide recedes revealing the hard compacted ground beneath the water.

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    I tried to catch the light off the boas but it was a bit hazy.

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    I loved the colors bouncing of the pomegranates in the shaded area.
    I had to walk around back and forth across this small street playing Frogger while trying to take this.

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    There were a lot of Catholic schools here in this area.
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    "What is patriotism but the love of the food one ate as a child?" ~ Lin Yutang.

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    • #3
      Some more pictures from my brief walk-about. As dirty and as chaotic Mumbai may be, the colors are so very vibrant.

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      Stand making sugar water from sugar canes. A stall selling red chilies ad a flower vendor

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      As Shawn Ray would say, well, he would say something about an apple cart.

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      Street Pictures

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      More street pictures
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      "What is patriotism but the love of the food one ate as a child?" ~ Lin Yutang.

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      • #4
        Originally posted by Mike View Post
        Some more pictures from my brief walk-about. As dirty and as chaotic Mumbai may be, the colors are so very vibrant.

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        As Shawn Ray would say, well, he would say something about an apple cart.

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        Street Pictures

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        More street pictures
        Amazing, you tell the stories well. Keep up the excellent work.

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        • #5
          Originally posted by The Norwegian View Post
          Amazing, you tell the stories well. Keep up the excellent work.
          Thanx, brotha.

          Steve Blechman asked me to stay with Jay so as such I feel obligated to provide what I can as I follow Jay Cutler around. I tried video blogs but I hate the sound of my voice and it irritates me that I speak so slow. So I figured writing is better with supporting pictures and video.

          Glad you are enjoying it.

          It's been a blast to be honest. In addition I always knew of Jay Cutler but I've never known him. The experiences we are sharing together has created a friendship I have never expected and truly am amazed at his vibrant personality and hi humbleness. I'll try and sum it up later on but I don't think I could be paid with what he has to go through. I'm to a point where I am going to buy my own cattle prod.
          "What is patriotism but the love of the food one ate as a child?" ~ Lin Yutang.

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          • #6
            Day 5 Drive to Amritsar - Fitness Conference (Part 1)

            Diversion Ahead - That's what the signs say every mile or so. You can't go more than 100 meters without honking the horn or more than a few kilometers before we have to drive around an infrastructure project. Some are construction projects like overpasses or some are abandoned elevated roads where there was an intent to lift traffic up and over and through the small towns, but for whatever reason they stopped and now have grass growing on them. I call them one horse towns because it's farm fields or brick factories everywhere but the depth of the business or places to live are but 5 ft off the road and then the fields begin. So imagine a thoroughfare that gets clogged with local traffic and hawkers pushing their wears from shoes to saris, from fruit to roasted nuts and chilies while others are trying to blast through as fast as they can.


            Our trip today is to a conference in Amritsar which is about 115km away or about 140 round trip miles depending on the detours. But because of traffic congestion, the trip is about 2.5 to 3 hours one way. As I am writing this I am in the front seat of the BMW SUV watching the mayhem unfold ahead of me. Jay packed come protein powder, Almond Butter and some nuts for the trip. Plus he's been taking powdered amino acids. But then we start to think. 3 hours there and 3 hours back in this crazy traffic where they play chicken is going to blow because we didn't bring enough food.


            We're in a 3 car convoy this time. No police Jeeps but we do have three policemen with us armed with a hand guns and a folding stock rifle that looks to fire about a .223 round. Maybe it's a 7.62 but the flash suppressor didn't look all the at big. Either way, I want one. If it can clear traffic in India it sure as hell can clear traffic in Chicago.


            It's pretty awesome and I feel very lucky to travel through India. Granted it's in an air conditioned chauffeured car and who would complain being shuttled around in a BMW SUV. Hell I am used to crowded buses with locals or trains with wood benches so this has been a luxury other than defying death every three minutes. Jay wanted to count how many times our driver honks the whole trip. We didn't even get rolling out of the parking lot and he's already honking. "Dude," I tell Jay. "Let's just count how many times you move your foot to step on the breaks. That may be easier."


            The drive to say the least was chaotic but we made it safely. I really am not sure ow to explain it but I will post some video of it. Your either driving 100km/h (60mph) or your crawling at 2mph behind an oxcart. All the while there are droves of people crossing through traffic ie Frogger while motorcycles are using whatever open space is left to wedge their way between metal and organic objects. Check out the video of the family of 5 on a motorbike that drove by.

            "What is patriotism but the love of the food one ate as a child?" ~ Lin Yutang.

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            • #7
              Thanks For the best Coverage Ever Mike!

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              • #8
                Originally posted by mayor of bodybuilding View Post
                Thanks For the best Coverage Ever Mike!
                I wouldn't say the best. If there were two of us it would have been better.
                "What is patriotism but the love of the food one ate as a child?" ~ Lin Yutang.

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                • #9
                  Originally posted by Mike View Post
                  I wouldn't say the best. If there were two of us it would have been better.
                  mike I remember when we only had the magazines and this coverage is very in depth and I respect your hard work in bringing us such quality coverage! Thanks!

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                  • #10
                    Nice work, Mike.

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                    • #11
                      Originally posted by mayor of bodybuilding View Post
                      mike I remember when we only had the magazines and this coverage is very in depth and I respect your hard work in bringing us such quality coverage! Thanks!
                      And the magazines would be three months later.

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                      • #12
                        mosambi juice??
                        I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man comes to the Father, but by Me.
                        JESUS THE CHRIST

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                        • #13
                          Originally posted by RockyIII View Post
                          mosambi juice??
                          its freshly squeezed lemon juice with a dash of salt n mixed with water n sugar syrup..tastes great cold!

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                          • #14
                            Originally posted by jonty View Post
                            its freshly squeezed lemon juice with a dash of salt n mixed with water n sugar syrup..tastes great cold!
                            oh ok, thanks for clearing that up. i wonder if they serve it at any american indian restaurant over here
                            I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man comes to the Father, but by Me.
                            JESUS THE CHRIST

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                            • #15
                              Originally posted by RockyIII View Post
                              oh ok, thanks for clearing that up. i wonder if they serve it at any american indian restaurant over here
                              dont do it.

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