Boxing day and Airports

Since December 26, 2009, I have spent 23 hours flying, 12 hours waiting at the Delhi Airport, and 3 hours waiting at the Brussels airport. If I wasn’t the fearless, handsome and yet strangely in-touch-with-his-feelings type of blogger I would say I was tired.

I think I am ready to plan my next travel.

Stay tuned to the blog though. I still have several reflections to post from some days that I have missed. PS who is currently en-route to Goa is one of the guest columnists, and MT also wanted to pen his return from India.

Also, I want to thank you all. I know that there were several people in Ottawa who were following this blog, and I know that there were more than a faithful few in Toronto who were reading this. Trust me, just knowing that people were reading this made me keep wanting to write more.

I have the next two days off work. In those two days on I shall be editing a lot of video footage that I shot,  and posting the final copies of a lot of the pictures that I took. They shall all be peppered across social media for you to enjoy. Remember on twitter you can find me @damookman and on flickr you can find me at Aramil Liadon. I suppose I will paste on facebook as well, though it is well against my religion to do so.

Oh hey, I found an emporium. It was this way.

I can almost taste it

Short post.

Current time, I am in Brussels airport. I am so close to home I can taste it. In fact I already did. I drank my first Starbucks coffee in 20 days.

I know it is not the best coffee in the world, but  it tasted great after having drank nothing but instant/airplane coffee for the better part of the month.

Now back to the program. Coming soon, the day in Udaipur, and why NK, our dashing yet slightly stressed out guide’s, ancestors were the original playas.

Packing.

When should I start? How many clothes do I need for 16 days? Wait, I think a better question is how dirty is too dirty?

Welcome to "Why must it be always uphill?" This is a travel blog. The contributors are all friends, and I reckon most of the people reading this all know each other. The idea is to chronicle a 16 day trip to India, but then it expanded into my different travels. Whether it be a trip to Europe, or a gosh-darned trip to grocery store in the middle of a snowstorm, expect a verbal diatribe from me about that.

Our flight time is 1845 on Friday. MT and PD (my 2 friends for the first leg of the journey) are scheduled to arrive in about 12 hours. I will post once those idiots swell fellas get here