The first 24 hours in India have been crazy. Not crazy bad, more crazy good. From the moment I got off the prehistoric British Airways plane, I knew I was in India. I could feel it, smell it and as soon as I left the airport I could taste it.
Now I have to stress, that after a hard days trekking across India the last thing I want to spend my time doing is watching any long formate educational documentaries, or brain taxing YouTube shows. Basically anything taxing on the brain.
As I was sat, hesitant and slightly apprehensive, in an apartment in Notting Hill, I knew I had to face my fears. I had read how many other people had overcome major challenges in their life by medicating with psychedelic medicines such as DMT (Dimethyltryptamine) and Ayahuasca.
So much time. So much bloody time to think, contemplate and give deep rooted reflection of life. I am constantly faced with the reality of living, and yet at the same time living the reality. Every cause and concern, thought and manifestation of why?
To say I underestimated pretty much everything about this ridiculous adventure I’m on, would be something of an understatement. The heat, the distance, the terrain and the toll it would take on me physically and mentally has far surpassed anything I could have ever possibly imagined.
Do I or don’t I? That is the question I’ve pondered for the last week or so. The reality is I’m an all or nothing kinda guy and honesty (and bluntness) runs through my veins. The long and short of it is, I got robbed just over a week ago and also fell foul to the corrupt Indian police. The less said about them the better at this stage.