“Adventure: the pursuite of life.”
This story, about a stormy night in the Himalayas, was recently published on the “solo female traveler” blog I have been working with. Click on the link to read the full story!
“Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence.”
India was tough, very tough in parts, and by the end I can truthfully say I hated it. Now that the adrenaline of fear has ebbed away I am able to look back, in retrospect, at the amazing families who adopted me into their homes and villages.
“Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go.”
As I take three or four large gulps from the water jug on the rickety bench I feel that familiar sense of adrenaline, fear, and anger rise up inside of me. When I lower the pitcher I see them, watching me intently as they always do. Indian men.
Though their names may change, to me they are all the same. I feel naked. Their piercing greedy eyes undress me, leaving me vulnerable yet prepared to fight as I toy with the rock in my clenched fist. I have three more in my pocket and pepper spray tucked into my bra. I’m prepared, I have been through this before. In fact, I go through this everyday now. I’m cycling through hell.