I feel like I’ve been complaining a lot about random shit and that comes off as ‘I’m not having a marvelous time’ when in fact I am having a fabulous time and loving every minute. Even the torturous car journey from Rishikesh to Agra or the 10 hour train delay have been fun in retrospect (and a few small moments during) because it’s all an amazing adventure.
We have less than a week left and I’m already lamenting not shoving more in the trip or taking longer or going south–again, not because it’s not wonderful–but because it is and I want more. I’m greedy for more.
I took a walk down the main road today and while I was ignoring the harassing calls from shopkeepers, men, and children as well as simultaneously dodging cows, chickens, goats and their gifts to the community I thought: man, I’m gonna miss this.