![]() ![]() And I am doubting every decision of this trip, every moment that led me to this place, everything that involved quitting my job, leaving my family, saying goodbye to my dog, all of it. I haven’t booked a place to stay yet, because nobody will return my e-mails or phone calls. I’m scheduled to land smack in the middle of it all - slums, chaos, crowds and confusion - at 4 a.m. I’m headed for a destination that scares the hell out of me. I’m just a girl, alone in a moldy Addis Ababa hotel room with an upset stomach and one last, crumbly Pepto Bismol chewable. We would hoist our backpacks into the air with our pinkies. We would be tough chicks who never fall for scams. ![]() She promised that after three months trekking in South America and five months traveling through Africa, we would be armed and ready for India’s insanity. Too India.īut my travel partner talked me into it. Also, I once read an article that said India has more cell phones than toilets, so I imagine this as 30 straight days of ass pinching. Everyone says you’ll love it or hate it, and most of them hate it. So I am alone in Ethiopia, having second and third and fourth thoughts about heading to India solo.įor starters, I never wanted to go there. One night before my travel partner and I are scheduled to fly to Mumbai, she ditches me for Berlin. ![]()
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