In March 2004 I was 25 years old. With not a care in the world, no particular place to be and zero commitments to speak of, I packed up a rucksack and headed off to India. The future lay sparkling and I thought it would last forever. Jaipur had sounded great on paper. ‘‘The pink […]Read More
Category: 6. Fear and Loathing in Jaipur
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