After a long hiatus, I've decided to start my blog up again and to finally finish writing the poor, forgotten entries in my "to edit" list. I apologize to those faithful readers (you know who you are!), but the internet speed in China made uploading pictures a horrendous feat, as much as I would've liked to have kept my travels up-to-date.
Now, as I scrounge through year-old photographs and notes, I do hope the lack of chronological order doesn't cloud my memory too much and I'm still able to regale my tales of $3/night hostels, waterfall-laden trails, and elephant-riding.
I thought it would be best to start off with what was most fresh in my mind, and that was my recent trip to India earlier this year. The trip to India was by far at the top of the "most anticipated" list. Seeing where my parents grew up, piecing together stories of their individual hometowns and spending Chinese New Year how my aunts and uncles used to as kids, was only skimming the surface of my family's origins.
Three weeks.
Eight cities.
First stop: Mumbai.
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