Am I nervous? I mean, yeah, absolutely. It's India. The only thing I know about India (specifically New Delhi) is that the person who told me to go said he saw a pig fighting a monkey on the streets, which might have become a big part of my mental image of India. Going to Malaysia a few months ago really got me appreciating the Southeast Asian culture, and I figure if that was a step in the pool, going to India is kinda just diving headfirst. I was also warned the other day by a friendly Indian woman not to get into cars with people (a little obvious) and not to go out at night (a little more scary). Whether or not it's as crazy as all that, it'll for sure be a time I never forget.
On a side note, the Hong Kong airport is absolutely beautiful, there are mountains everywhere to be seen. A cool part of travelling a lot is I realized that I actually really like airports; it’s kinda like a mutual intercultural limbo where you can go anywhere from. It’s true what they say about the world getting smaller when you go places. I’ve been to 5 countries in 5 months (I’m counting Canada so I’m kind of cheating, but it’ll be five different countries by the time I go back home) and it’s wild to me that I’m heading back in only three more months; it’s honestly flown by.
Something interesting I’ve been thinking about is that, upon coming to China, I honestly did pretty well at getting accustomed and staying unshocked by the culture. I think I was really just ready to go and spend time somewhere different. But it’s coming back home to a town of 1400 people that makes me wonder, after perusing the world for 8 months, am I gonna be able to just hang out in a small town again without getting insanely restless? Ive gotten kinda comfortable with this wayward lifestyle (though this is all pre-India so let’s hope I’m 5 for 5 with good experiences there). I’ve also met so many cool people from sooo many different places, giving me a reason to keep experiencing different cultures. However, I’m also kind of a homebody when it comes to Canada, and I find myself daydreaming about Tim hortons, so there’s that.
Man, I guess we’ll see. My flight boards in 20 minutes and I’m honestly hella nervous. If I can conquer India solo (albeit for just 2 full days) then I’ll consider myself a certified nomad (keeping in mind that I now have friends who hitchhike across continents and spend years living through backpacks and spontaneous decisions, but since I never thought I’d ever leave Canada I’ll let myself feel well-traveled with these baby steps).
I should probably take a quick internet crash course in basic Indian before boarding. See y’all post-New Delhi ✌🏽
On a side note, the Hong Kong airport is absolutely beautiful, there are mountains everywhere to be seen. A cool part of travelling a lot is I realized that I actually really like airports; it’s kinda like a mutual intercultural limbo where you can go anywhere from. It’s true what they say about the world getting smaller when you go places. I’ve been to 5 countries in 5 months (I’m counting Canada so I’m kind of cheating, but it’ll be five different countries by the time I go back home) and it’s wild to me that I’m heading back in only three more months; it’s honestly flown by.
Something interesting I’ve been thinking about is that, upon coming to China, I honestly did pretty well at getting accustomed and staying unshocked by the culture. I think I was really just ready to go and spend time somewhere different. But it’s coming back home to a town of 1400 people that makes me wonder, after perusing the world for 8 months, am I gonna be able to just hang out in a small town again without getting insanely restless? Ive gotten kinda comfortable with this wayward lifestyle (though this is all pre-India so let’s hope I’m 5 for 5 with good experiences there). I’ve also met so many cool people from sooo many different places, giving me a reason to keep experiencing different cultures. However, I’m also kind of a homebody when it comes to Canada, and I find myself daydreaming about Tim hortons, so there’s that.
Man, I guess we’ll see. My flight boards in 20 minutes and I’m honestly hella nervous. If I can conquer India solo (albeit for just 2 full days) then I’ll consider myself a certified nomad (keeping in mind that I now have friends who hitchhike across continents and spend years living through backpacks and spontaneous decisions, but since I never thought I’d ever leave Canada I’ll let myself feel well-traveled with these baby steps).
I should probably take a quick internet crash course in basic Indian before boarding. See y’all post-New Delhi ✌🏽
