PASSAGE TO INDIA
The act of packing up your life and leaving a great deal of it behind is both incredibly cathartic and strangely easy. With one-way tickets booked, resignations are handed in, boxes are taped and goodbyes are said. But the reality of what you’ve done isn’t tangible until your feet hit the ground again, which for us was late last year in the boiling heat of Timor-Leste, a small island nation to the north of Australia and the first stop on our two-year trip around the world.
We spent a month in this unlikely tourist destination, exploring the developing country’s capital city and the environmental initiatives underway on the mainland and outlying islands. From there, we flew to the vibrant, heaving subcontinent of India, where we’ve been based since.
It feels like a cliché to describe India using the words ‘sensory overload’, but they’re apt when trying to capture the plethora of elements you encounter at every turn. People are everywhere, and the streets are awash with colour and the smell of cooking, and crowded with cars,
