Incidents In India.
My first ever stretch of bona fide traveling came in India. I was 24 years old at the time and pretty damn clueless. However, I compensated for this with bags of positivity and anticipation for what was a huge step into the unknown. Actually, I was supposed to be doing the trip alone. But then I unexpectedly made a friend in the visa queue at the Indian Embassy in Edinburgh. Looking back, I think I needed that companionship and have often wondered what kind of scrapes I’d have gotten myself into had I gone solo.
Of course it turned out to be a wondrous trip. Moreover, it confirmed the suspicions I’d had about what kind of lifestyle I wanted to lead and whetted my appetite for the flurry of adventures that would follow. To find out more about those long ago escapades, check out Incidents In India; twelve tales detailing my experiences across the country.