I DIDN'T KNOW THAT I WANTED TO VISIT INDIA...
...until a Monday morning in late January where a conversation between friends on a last minute freelance job planted the seed of an idea in my head. An opportunity to travel to a place where others have loved, explored and been moved by but I had previously felt no connection to. Within three weeks, I was there, travelling on modest funds but a hunch that where I was going was the right place to be.
Heading to Kerala, ‘God’s Own Country’, in the south promised beautiful backwaters, coconut curries and palm-fringed surfs. The warmth and colours of the place and people would play out as a dream two months of exploration and activity, personal challenges and reflection included. Scratching an itch to leave London, see the sea and head beyond European borders that had normally contained me during holiday time, was an opportunity to re-align and get stoked on new sights and sounds. If I'd gotten a handful of fun surfs in along the way, all the more of a bonus. Visas, flights and last minute vaccinations swiftly sorted needs must, Hackney to Heathrow was a blur, it was on.
The moment where you decide to push past the comfort of a familiar life and routine to take a break from all that you know to be sweet and easy, is a space where great things happen. The comfort zone exists to be stretched, not sat in. And so began a little stint in a country where I had yet to fall in love with but had a feeling I’d already want to return to.