Hitting the road

Well, my pop’s drove me to the ferry a week and a half ago. I got on with my gigantic-backpack-a-swinging. My plane was delayed, but that was okay. I decided to catch a last meal of goat cheese, roasted garlic and fig jam, as a send off at the pub in the airport. Doubted I’d have that again.

My plane finally left and I couldn’t believe how small the seats were. Really? For a 12 hour flight? Anyways there is one photo of the ferry ride and one of the bathroom in China, during my one hour stopover. I was evidently in no mood for photos, perhaps a little tired. Hopeful that Dustin would be there to pick me up in Delhi. And he was.


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