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Alone but not lonely.
on 23 February 2016
She didn't really give herself a chance to feel lonely, it would seem, judging from her incessant encounters with
dodgy local Indian touts on the make. Her methods of finding her way through the human Indian jungle was nothing short of laughable. Especially as she was apparently a seasoned traveller. Though I suspect those expeditions revolved around a molly-coddled set-up. Hotels arranged, trains and buses prebooked and baggage ferried around from A to B. She was certainly not of the mindset of a experienced backpacking traveller, who blended in with the locals where and when possible. Far from it, preferring instead to stand in a crowded public place, and relish the attention from parasites intent on ripping off the naive Australian girl.
Annoyingly, she blindly stumbled along in directions her better nature was screaming against, and any instincts she may have had to avoid at all costs. She was lucky that her only problems were how clean the hotel room might have been.
She was full of contradictions ...in raptures one minute and then blown away the next. She never seemed to enjoy the countryside of India and Thailand from a hiking or cycling point of view. Everywhere was always by Tuk Tuk, or taxis. And trains or buses wers always a harrowing experience. That is not what being a traveller is all about. Sometimes it really is more about the journey than the destination. Especially as it often isn't what you expect. So you arrive tired and grumpy and decide to spend the time in your hotel room, and see nothing....
So whats the point. If Michelle had blended in more, wore the attire of local women and kept a low profile, she would have had a completely differerent experience and one which did not revolve around travel agents, touts and dodgy tuk tuks. Try walking.