Time is an Illusion

Day 18 or maybe still 17, could be 19 Over nine hours from New Delhi to London. Half of it spent half sleeping. The other half spent rubbing elbows and thighs with my neighbors; a Sikh with a giant maroon turban and mustache to match on one side and a chubby non-specifically-identified-religion Indian man to … More Time is an Illusion

Always Be Prepared

Day 17 – the end of the end – almost After our rooftop lunch we gather our bags and meet in the lobby. We are leaving behind three more. Fred, Shanthi and MB. Like Rishikesh, it’s sad, but we’re rushed so there’s no time for weepy good-byes. Back on our bus we head to the … More Always Be Prepared

Mid-day Musings

Day 17 – letting go After the Taj Mahal we meet back at our hotel for a farewell rooftop lunch. We can see the minarets from here. Lunch is delicious and rather than spend the time in sadness for our last day together, we are happily distracted by signing cards to all the amazing guides … More Mid-day Musings

Mighty Mahal

Day 17 – Last day on Indian soil. I can take or leave the Taj Mahal. It’s so cliche. One of the first questions I’m asked when I return from India, “Did you go to the Taj Mahal?” This is India to most people. I get it. And a little piece of me resents it. … More Mighty Mahal