I went into India with the idea to challenge myself. I spent 30 days traveling to random spots and living through a variety of experiences only good ol’ India could offer.
A series of unfortunate events leads me to the Taj Mahal, one of the new seven wonders of the world. Was it worth the visit? After the rats, the poop, the feet, not eating for 24 hours, and sharing a bed with strangers…what would you say?
I spent New Year’s Eve in Varanasi, one of the seven sacred cities of Hinduism, in a bizarre area where some dub it as the “river of death”.
“Death” is the perfect word to describe it…
It’s Christmas Eve and I’m lost in the mountains, sleeping outside on a pile of wool and hay, on some elderly woman’s farm, with a couple of random Indians I barely know along with a stray dog who won’t leave my side.
How did I end up here?
I skip the tours and enter the Dharavi slum of Mumbai on my own, one of the largest in the world and befriend a group of slum dwelling kids who happily show me around.