Yes I’ve been back for a while, yes it’s been a while since I’ve written anything. It’s been a busy busy summer, but that doesn’t mean memories and stories stop buzzing around in my head. I found this experience one of the best ones in my year and a half away. Such an inspired way of being, the founder of Mountain Cleaners, Jodie Underhill came to India and saw what was wrong. Litter everywhere. But instead of just taking it in and letting it be, she’s actively doing something about it, and succeeding!
Alright, alright, really I was in McLeod Ganj, a small village half an hour away from Dharamsala, as most travellers are when they say they’re staying in Dharamsala. It’s difficult for me to write about this last part of the journey. I don’t know why, maybe it’s got something to do with closing it off. Although it will never be closed in my heart.
Sweet ladies and gentlemen. In case you didn’t know yet, and thought I’d fallen off the side of the Earth… I am home. Home sweet home. Homely Home.
Oh beautiful Bundi, what a nice place to calm down after all the hecticness and adventures. It was time to go, though. More to see, more to experience. The train tickets got booked, next stop…
Well, if you read the story last week, you know me and (especially) Tom had a bit of bad luck that cut our motorcycle adventure short. Getting “stuck” in Bundi was very nice. In Dutch there’s a saying that applies well in this situation: “Getting stuck here was good luck that came with the bad luck”.
Delhi was never a place I wanted to stay for long. Another big city in India. I went there to get the motorbikes. After lots of contemplation me and Tom had decided to rent them, as the whole buying and then selling scheme could be such a hassle and we might lose what we’re renting them for quite easily.