My journey to India was nothing but by faith. On September 26th 2016, I left sunny West Auckland as a women on a mission literally on a mission lol with a 70 Litre back pack and one carry on bag. I jumped into my brother's car with him looking at me going 'you are crazy' but definitely my number one supporter 'love you gee'. Due to the fact I had no passport and visa. I had just an hour to check in. Prior to this I made a phone call to Henderson post office to track down my passport. It was in the courier van just down the road. We drove 3 minutes and turned the corner to find the red and yellow van parked up at a random house. I jumped out the car and ran towards the courier driver he handed me my passport and visa. Hallelujah! This was the turning point in my journey that I believed when you say Yes to God, He makes a way.
After 3 days travelling over the Pacific Ocean to Hong Kong and finally arriving to the sleek and prestine Delhi airport. As I walked outside the airport to catch the bus to terminal one for a domestic flight. I felt like I was in a time machine I found myself in the bustling streets with labourers hauling sacks of rocks and insanely crazy taxi drivers zig zagging through traffic. The photo below I captured before I boardered Spice Jet to the beautiful Himchal Pradesh. The sun was screaming hot on my face as I tried to smile and take note that "nothing is impossible".
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