The question, occasionally, in “sustainable travel,” is how you can sustain a spirit of adventure when things go bad. This has been on my mind ever since I flunked India.
Despite precautions, I got terribly sick right away. After that, I was paranoid, which meant every fork, every bottle of water, every everything was suspect. Noise assaulted me like an army of jackhammers and of course, there was the poverty, the multitudes, the dirt…. Full Story.
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