Day 17- Authentic Indian KFC

So today I left Sophie and Yaz for them to continue their Indian journey. Goodbye and good luck you beautiful ladies! I am off to Sri Lanka. It is a day of two flights. First from Goa to Delhi and then from Delhi to Sri Lanka.

I have decided I hate being in airports on my own. It is the most lonely experience. I would not describe myself as an anxious flyer however I would say my personality type makes me a natural control freak and worrier. Being on your own in an airport seems to magnify that. I hate the fact that I don’t understand the system. I hate that I am constantly worrying if my checked in bag will get to the right place. This is not usually so bad when I am with other people because you can have conversations with people to take your mind off it. Even the small things like going to the toilet are more of an issue because you have to carry your stuff everywhere. A friend can’t just look after if for you because there is no friend.

But if I’m being honest this is part of the reason why I needed to travel alone. Even at home I hate being on my own. I am much happier when I have a friend, family member of colleague nearby. As humans we are instinctively pack animals. We like company, in fact evolutionary we needed other people to survive. My hope was that by being away on my own would force me to confront this issue and become better at being on my own however maybe my expectation that two weeks in India would make it easier was as usual a bit over optimistic. Each time so far that I have been in an airport on my own I just want to be at home or see my mum and give her a massive hug.

I had a kfc at the airport. A wicked zinger meal. It was actually quicker service then back home. It was fine. I just can’t wait to be in Sri Lanka with other people. Although that is a new worry. I have got a tour booked for Sri Lanka so it will be a new group of people, a new currency and constantly moving about.

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