day 13

My trip was amazing. I was filled with freedoms potion. I wondered about the streets without having to worry about meeting anybody I knew. No reservations. I was myself for the longest time in a long time. Every evening I would sit in Babas restaurant rooftop cafe sipping on mint tea and looking over the vast, beautiful, imperfect landscape. I was not restricted to thought or plans, I was restricted to what I felt like doing. Whatever I wanted to say, I said. My companions were perfect for the amount of time we went for, any longer and we would have found something to kill each other with. We had long, intense conversations about politics, the end of the world, religion, beauty, education and some topics that were just for us. We had argument after argument about useless things, like how to make pesto pasta and then two minutes later we would be light with the thought of where we were. We were in India, we were in Rajasthan. Just the thought of it gives me happy shivers. How did I end up in this beautiful, second heaven? The rest of the time I read, tanned, swam and chilled out. One of my favourite things to do.  

We also went on a camel trip; my arse still hurts from sitting on that weird, highly uncomfortable, unusual looking creature for 3 hours straight. We slept the night in the desert, under a massive painting of stars and a huge moon; I lost count of how many shooting stars I saw.

The whole trip fed the urge I have to travel; I’m starting to plan various trips through out India. Travelling anywhere else just seems so dull compared to the variety of beauty my nation holds. There is not enough risk involved in getting on a plane and looking at sights you have seen on the internet and TV. Where is the fun in a trip that doesn’t involve you almost dying at least 4 times?