So, I arrive in NYC, the first stop of my adventure. Patrick met me at the subway station and laughed at my backpacker attire. Then I looked in the mirror and laughed at myself. I was completely immersed into Pat's Pratt culture, which is quite interesting in the very least. I met several characters, including one guy named Ray-Ray (actual name). New York was fun, as it always is, but I was anxious to get going. Alas, at approximately 4:30 on monday morning, I looked Patrick in the eyes and said, "well, I guess I'm off to India." And then I was off.
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