As I wait for Friday, when I leave sunny Stepney for Kolkata, I'm half excitedly, half nervously, wondering how the hell I got myself into this. Travelling to India on the other side of the world. On my own. For three months. How did I get into this crazy situation? The furthest I'd been on holiday was to Ibiza, and that was my last holiday abroad, and that was about seven years ago. I suppose I'd better explain how and why I arrived here, as well as those I hold responsible. I've always been kind of fascinated with India. It goes back to before I was the wannabe 60s mod I am now, to my teens, when I was a wannabe 60s hippy. My favourite group was The Beatles, and I loved their psychedelic music more
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