Oh isn’t the world rather humorous.
It has been six months since I was writing a blog post about my first month of travel. The sights I saw, the people who made the journey of life special and all the great ice cream and mangos I had eaten.
I had written about my mental breakdowns, the difficulty of being surrounded by strangers and the reality of solo travel.
Yet here I am, recollecting the journey that cut my two year adventure short, and forced me to come home after five weeks.