India

Three weeks ago I arrived in Goa. The plane touched down, I stepped out onto the runway (there’s no bus to take you to the main building) and pulled off the heavy woollen jumper I was wearing – revealing my pale body in a culturally-inappropriate thermal vest with spaghetti straps. I’d forgotten how hot it

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Indian Injuries

When I was 18 – but thought I was about 36 – I popped ten, heavy novels into a backpack with a pair of pink Converse, a bikini and some sensibly-lengthed shorts, and boarded the plane to India. At around 6am, I found myself stranded in Kochi, Kerala – Southern India, with Lizzie – my

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