Author: Eric Schreiber

Waves crash on the sandy shores and the air has a familiar whiff of salt and suntan lotion. This is where our week began....

Spanish lesson número uno occurred outside the airport shortly after arriving, with our group leaders Lies and Liam showing us how to politely tell (or yell) "¡No, gracias!" to the hordes of taxi drivers waiting outside the main doors....

In the middle of the night, we woke up to the most surreal desert lightning storm, filling the sky. We fell back to sleep, only to wake up to everyone yelling "TARP!"...

It will take time, but once you learn to let go, you will find yourself woven into the tapestry of India; one of over a billion other individual strands, each beautiful, colourful and complex in their own unique way....

When we got to Wli, we stared up at the mountain we would climb the next day, wondering what to expect from the luscious green expanses....

He was bronze and brown. Good fur, not patchy at all. He stood strong and curious. The kind of dog that you would wonder where his collar was if back in the States. Really, most of the dogs here you tend to wonder that....