It’s time to turn on the
waterworks... again. After school had finished I had more time to hang out with
the other volunteers and friends who I met during my trip. Because of this,
saying goodbye was all the more difficult because of the strength of these
friendships. I consider some of the friends I made on this trip better friends
than many that I have had back in the UK. Now, I don’t consider myself to be
much of a crier, though other people may disagree, but my goodbyes in India
were major exceptions. This is the end of the most incredible life changing
experience, how could I not cry?

After landing we had to do yet
more goodbyes which was once again very difficult. I had to say goodbye to the
people I had lived with for the last 3 months, they had been my support system
and my family and now I was leaving them. So, here I am back in dull old
England, freezing my arse off and crying on the train back to York. What a
sight I must be!