It has been a few months since I took my decision: next spring I will embark to the Indian mystical territory. I will travel for at least two months and I have not a single clue of what awaits me over there. I am convinced that the time is now and it feels natural to make the big leap.


Why am I going alone?

Almost five months ago, I broke up with the man I loved. It was painful but necessary. After a couple of years of shared insecurities and passionate love, we decided that it was time to stop hurting each other. I put myself so much into the survival of this relationship that I ended up losing my own self. I do not regret anything, it was very strong and beautiful, but it is now time to take care of myself.

My greatest wish has always been to travel the world with the man I love. This breakup made me realise that I didn’t necessarily need this charming prince to do so and that after all, I was the very man of my life. I am enough, I do not need a ‘ second half’ to exist. Going on a solo adventure seems to be the best way to prove it to myself.

Aside from any metaphysical thoughts, travelling alone will allow me to do whatever I want. Going wherever I want whenever I wish, without having to wait for someone else to be ready or enthusiast. I will either explore or stay in my bedroom chilling. Traveling single means experiencing the ultimate form of freedom by being responsible for your own choices.


Why going to North India?

The mountains…. The landscapes seem splendid and impressing. My childhood room is looking out over green vales. In Clermont-Ferrand, my skyline was shaped by ancient volcanos and in Grenoble, the Alps were winking at me at every street corner. The flat line of the horizon tends to make me suffocate. I feel at peace when surrounded by peaks. I hope to reach  Nepal and be lucky enough to contemplate the world’s highest summits.

Moreover, India appears to be the country of all extremes. You can gaze at golden palaces and witness the most wretched poverty in the same day. This aspect both scares and fascinates me. I read once that no one can really describe a trip to India because you need to live it in order to understand it. It is a mythical and mystical destination that I must see with my own eyes. Maybe I won’t find what I’m looking for but I am ready to embrace everything that will pave my road.


Why do I volunteer?

I have decided to spend at least the first month in McLeod Ganj, Dharamsala North. This town is known as “Little Lhasa” for being the place of residence of the Dalai Lama and the seat of the Tibetan Government in exile. Let me remind you that China invaded the State of Tibet in the 1950s. I will start my journey by giving  French courses at LHA Social Trust which is the largest charity in the town. The first contact I had with them made me feel rather confident.

I am convinced that it is by supporting others that we best help ourselves. Altruism seems to be the finest way to understand better the world that surrounds us. As a reminder, China has repeatedly violated human rights through mass murder, torture and forced sterilisation on the Tibetan people. Even the Tibetan rich culture tends to disappear facing the ever-increasing implementation of Chinese people. Today, over 130,000 Tibetans around the world have the status of refugees. My parents rose my awareness of this cause since I was young. Since it is in my ability to help uprooted people, I will. It is as simple as this.

My journey began from the moment I took the resolution to leave. Although I am already living abroad (I currently live in Northern Ireland), my mind is elsewhere, far away in Asia. I do believe that what happens before the journey is part of it.
I am taking you with me on this blog.

To be continued



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