If only the men I knew could dance like this.

"I went on a holiday and I took..."

Way too much!

In a few short days I will be on my way to the land of sensory overload, India.

Unfortunately, I seem to have packed more than the one set of clothes I originally imagined myself carrying when I booked my tickets at 2am one morning after a couple of ales.

This trip has been in the works for more than half a year, 8 units of my degree and a trillion hours of juice making but days before, it feels completely surreal and baggage heavy.

I write to you surrounded by thermal underwear and boxes of gastro stop and honestly, I'm not exactly sure how to use either.

I’ve had texts and calls from friends telling me to bring them home this and that, but right now I don’t think I’ve even got room for my toothbrush.

Not a good start.

Traveling to a country completely unlike home can be a bit problematic because there are so many 'just in case' items one needs to take.

There are also so many people who have advice on what you need to bring and the ways in which you should fold it.

So today, I have decided to go with my instincts and pack my two t-shirts, one pair of pants and my hideous-but-warm op-shop jumper.

Life is meant to be lived.

And that is what I am going to India to do.

Live.

If I’m cold, I’ll buy another jumper.

If I get bitten by a dog, I’ve had a shot.

I’m going to get sick, but it will be alright.

So wish me luck with the thinning out and I think I will take the gastro stop, just in case.

All my love.

Over and out,

Al Xx