Thank you, India

I am heading home and what a journey it has been. It feels like months ago that I was sitting in Melbourne airport eagerly awaiting the call to board the plane. India, you have given me one hell of a ride and I know that I have only skimmed the surface of what this country has to offer.

Here are a few things running through my very tired mind:

I love India. It is not an easy place to travel through. You have to be willing to negotiate, argue, squat, get sick, breathe in very polluted air, see things you possibly don't agree with and, if you're a women, get ogled by men, but it is one hell of a place regardless of all these things.

I love how when I say thank you people say 'welcome'.

I love being lost in a sea of people.

I love seeing women in delicate, colorful saris.

I love learning - both the educational variety and learning things abouy culture and life itself from people who have lived it.

I love travelling.

I love the comfort of having a home to go to, with a lovely bed and a shower that has clean water. For this I am extremely grateful.

I love fruit, in all countries.

I love chai, and the ceremony that goes with it.

And lastly, I love exploring, I love adventure, I love writing and I intend to do these things to the day I die.

Thank you India, you have been a garland of vibrant awesomeness.

'Welcome', she says.