So i've been distracted for about a month with te whole travelling round india finishing off then getting back and trying to pick up all the pieces and readjust to the 1st world again.
Last couple of weeks were much of the same crazy adventures of lacking money and eating strange foods but i also met one of my friends from edinburgh randomly while i was in Leh who was going on a 3 day motorbike trip to the "world famous" pangong lake. I'll be impressed if anyone else knows it. It's very beautiful anyway and crosses the border with tibet. I got really excited and so changed all my plans to do the motorbike thing. It was probably the best thing i did the whole time i was in india but it meant that i didn't get to see any of srinigar, agra or indore but i don't care 'cause what i did was better anyway.
Getting back to edinburgh became a pretty crazy adventure. I was running out of time and money. Almost had to travel 3 days nonstop by bus to get from delhi to mumbai but was able to pay 3 times the usual price to get a 20 hour train. Couldn't afford a taxi to the airport and had time to kill so I walked the 20km from one end of mumbai to the other to get to the airport. It was a mision walking throught the midday heat of Mumbai and possibly one of the hardest days i had in my whole trip but i would have been really frustrated if i'd had the money and just got a taxi because i'd have had nothing to do all day. Also this way i got to see tons of odd little parts of Mumbai that i bet noone ever goes to. Like the abandoned factory totally take over by trees and plants so that it looked like the jungle temple from the jungle book only without the monkeys.
I've finally sorted out my photos too so if you want to check them out go here:
http://ed.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2122922&l=71134&id=61000567 The adventure to get home didn't finish once i got on the plane in Mumbai. My whole trip in india had been frustrating because i had no means of ready cash. This was doubly troublesome in britain as the rupees i had left were practically useless once i got to britain and exchanged them. My parents were going to buy me some sort of e-ticket but were confised about which day or time i got back. So I turned up at Heathrow on the evening of the 22nd July with no idea how i would get back to edinburgh. My parents wanted to buy me a train ticket but for some reason it is impossible to do over the phone or by internet. So i spent about 3 hours in Euston staion slowly spendng my last few pounds calling home to find a way to get home. Luckily for me i met soe friendly canadians who happened to be going to Edinburgh for the festival. They were able to buy me a ticket north and i was able to pay them back once i got home but i found it interesting that it took a complete foriegn stranger to get me home while every british citizen i spoke to calmly explained they weren't authorized or it wasn't their responsibility and i should ask so-and-so. Fucking country.
But it's good to be back. Had an awesome birthday, have a good thing with spanish chica who i met about a year and a half ago at a random spring festival in andalucia, got hired as a k.p. for doctors but have spent more hours working on the bar, have actually seen someof the festival this year and am playing lots of music :-D