Nostalgia: India

"So, I need to ask some personal information from you, I'll be filling out your passport application."

This was our account's big boss talking to me on the phone. He's in Eastwood, I'm in Gumaca. Our boss filling out my passport application. Like a boss. And that was the precursor of my journey to the land of a thousand spices: India.

A shrine in Pune, India. Almost every street has one, big  and small.

Here, I trained a class of 10, whom I eventually become friends with. I was hesitant to go around due to difficulty communicating with the locals. They understand English, but find it hard to speak it. But that became one of my biggest regret. Being scared of the unknown, in effect, deprived me of knowing, of knowledge. A once in a lifetime experience, wasted.

India's sunset, one of the most beautiful I've seen

Confined in the comforts of the hotel and occasional visits to the mall, I treated the place like I'm in my own turf. But later on, realizing that the place has a lot to offer, I decided to do some walks, unfortunately without my camera. Though I didn't had that much pics, I was able to get a taste of day-to-day life in Pune.

Parang Pinas lang. The difference? Mas maraming Indians.

Didn't realize that three months can pass by so quick. Time for me to leave, thanks to some problems with my visa extension. Visit to the Aga Khan Palace, Laxmi Road, and maybe Taj Majal, poof! They became Koko Crunch.

An old bridge in Pune

They said India is an acronym for I'll Never Do It Again. I beg to differ.