On returning...

Unfortunately, I'm no longer stoned on a sandy beach (though it's better than being sanded on a stoney beach, I'd imagine) in Goa. I came back to the first world with a bump. It took me a couple of days to settle back in. To be honest, I was a little over-awed by the amount of wealth in Dublin these days. I was looking upon my old city with new eyes.

But I lost my perspective all too quickly. I started back in university two day after returning from India and have since sat big exams. I have spent more on Christmas this year than I did on the previous 22 combined. I became the consumer I was before.

However, for those first two days I was bitter and twisted and angry at the world surrounding me. It was great. It turned me into one of those really boring travelers who gets home and tells everyone how lucky they are and how awful the country just visited is, and I started most sentences with "When I was in India..." Admittedly they were something along the lines of "When it rained in Calcutta, the sewers would overflow and we had to wade through shit to get to work - but you continue to complain about the price of your goat's cheese and roasted vegetable panini."

And that was the end of the adventure. I wouldn't reccommend India to everyone, but if you don't mind things a bit rough then it's truely, deeply rewarding.

If you haven't seen this blog yet, I hope you enjoy it. If you were reading it all along then I hope you enjoyed the trip as much as I did. I check from time to time to see if I get any comments, so please let me know what you think.

Yours,

Toby.