Experiencing Synchronicity In Udaipur, India

Udaipur street

A wise woman once told me, “There are no coincidences,” and whilst I have definitely become aware of a certain synchronicity occurring in my life over the past year of full-time travel, no experience has given me more evidence of something at work, than my recent jaunt across the Indian sub-continent in an orange auto-rickshaw named Sunny. Around midday on day four of the Rickshaw Run, we rolled down a mountain in southern Rajasthan into the supposedly beautiful, lakeside city of Udaipur, … Keep reading…

Rickshaw Run India – The Mayhem and The Miracles

Boy, Gokarna, India

I’m watching snow fall gently from the sky from Tyrhone’s Mum’s house in London, England, reflecting on the Rickshaw Run. I’ve spent the last few days in a winter wonderland, visiting the resident herd of deer in nearby Bushy Park and eating  pub-lunches by the Thames. Today we visited Stonehenge, and as I marveled at the ancient, mysterious ruins, rising starkly from the snow-covered ground, I almost forgot that just a few days ago, I completed an exhausting 3,000 KM journey across … Keep reading…

My Meltdown Moment

All India

Before setting off on this adventure across India, I knew there would be tears. I just didn’t know that they would well up inside me from from a place I didn’t expect whilst negotiating Pune’s morning rush hour. The night before saw us blow a gasket at sunset, and wait in the dark for three hours whilst another kind stranger, who had already driven 20km to pick up a mechanic, was sourcing a new part for us from the next town. … Keep reading…