Adjusting back in Mumbai after Phase 3

It's sunday. I'm back. It's a little difficult to adjust back to city life. If I shut my mind and just keep myself involved in an activity, then I don't think about it. And then suddenly I see myself in a tube, a zone - hands wrapped on the Bull. Roads. Smells. The feeling of wind jutting on my face.

India is beautiful. I traveled 2,650km in about 6 days all across South India. It's been 3 days already since am back and my thoughts are already fading. So I'd better write and capture these fleeting memories.

The big highs in the travel were the ultimate drive to Kanyakumari -- the last 50km with hundreds of huge wind wanes going round and round in the wind. I will write about this separately. The other high was doing the whole trip easily, without effort - it really wasn't a big deal once I got it into my mind that I want to drive to Kanyakumari. And the other high was the fact that I completed Khardung La to Kanyakumari on my Bull solo. I don't care whether who else might have done it or not done it but I did it anyway when India was 60 years young. If I have to think of yet another underlying high...I have a pretty good pulse of India and our people in several states...how does is it look, how do they look, their tensions, their needs, the stages of development, differences between developed and undeveloped villages, developed and undeveloped towns and cities, the new construction, our history, our land, our grass, green, our mountains, our rivers, our oceans...I have a feel for it all and that's a big, big high.