I took one last rickshaw to the train station and took the train to New Delhi. I arrived late, alone in the night with my bag full of presents, in a guest house I had previously checked in the backpackers area. I spent a comfortable night there. In the morning I took my breakfast and gave my hand sanitizer to two frenchies (maybe a straight couple) who were just starting to travel in India. I took the gorgeous metro through the fog, checked my luggage in, went through customs without any problem. The stamp said "11 jan 2014", beside the entry stamp "22 oct 2013". Nearly 3 months. I was taking my anxiety killers and recounted the adventure.
The plane left and I had no regrets. I wouldn?t miss India. There has been magical places such as Kundle Beach in Gokarna, Rajasthan and McLeod Ganj, great encounters (Bart and Stefani, Laurie, Sam and Yann, Abbie, Richard, Hinda), amazing moments (oh shooting that movie in Hampi, the cycle-rickshaw ride with Pandi, and most of all the pilgrimage from Tirupathi to Tirumala !), and Mumbai, India didn?t blow me away though. I expected the lack of hygiene, but not the rickshaw drivers' attitude... These will have been 3 intense months.
I have the feeling everyone finds what they need in India. I learnt how to get mad at people ! I also wanted to prove myself I could do it and I managed. I am very happy and very proud of it.
I posted the pictures on my Picasa account. I should make playlists of what I was listening to (mostly the latest Midnight Juggernauts, then the latest Jackson and his Computerband and the latest Boards of Canada) and photo albums summing up the whole thing on Facebook. But now I'm in Australia and I am very busy !
I will still say : THANK YOU INDIA ! That is exactly what I needed at that time.
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