Tomorrow = JHB – Mumbai – Delhi – Dharamsala – Mcleodganj.
I’m not a particularly good traveller. The ‘getting to the airport on time’ thing generally freaks me out. In fact the whole lead up to a trip (even to Cape Town for God’s sake) gets me revved up to a high-pitched anxiety. Once I’m airborne though I’m usually fine (take-offs and landings are another least favourite). And foreign, chaotic airports also give me little adrenalin surges … which is all so stupid since I’ve done my fair share of travelling and consider myself fairly competent … and I do enough yoga to take the edge off, you’d think.
But no. So the next 36 hours or so will be interesting. But despite the IBS, I’m excited. Really. Bring it. I have totally been enjoying my life these past few months, but I still feel like there needs to be some integration, some direction (I’m a late bloomer as my mom loves to say), and I’m hoping India and Mcleodganj provides some welcome perspective.
And it looks like a shocking place right?
See you on the other side …