1 hour before I purchased a flight ticket for my son Harry to come home, from America,

for Christmas 2012 in New Zealand, my very generous mother,

decided the entire family are going with her on her last overseas trip abroad.

Brother Craig chose India; his "spiritual home".

There is no place I want to go to less,

but if I want to see my sons Luke and Harry at Christmas,

I have to go.

This blog will tell the tale ...from start to finish.

Will I love India or hate it?

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Will I ever go back?

 

111TH DAY BACK FROM INDIA

“No…but I will remember it fondly… there are other places I wish to visit and I have so little time so ‘No’.”

There are not many days that go past when I do not have a moment’s thought about that trip to India.

Today it seems a dream ago…a fairytale and a moment in someone else’s past.

Did I really go to the magical country with a thousand colours?

Well it is a memory after all. I now do not remember the horrid things… the smells… the heat …..

but I still remember the pollution.

I wish never to see New Zealand’s water ways filled with pollution foam and plastic bottles. I think that a country of so many people could easily make it a mission to clean the streams. And that is all I will say on that matter…. It is not my country and I do not know enough to make any further uneducated comments.

 

 

 

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