When I made it to India and met a few uni friends in the Northeast state of Meghalaya, I knew it wouldnt be long before they got me kayaking. I wasn’t disappointed, and before long I was running waterfalls bigger than I ever imagined I’d be able to get down, all the time surrounded by dense jungle.
Introduction by Special Guest writer – Limey Snacket.
Stop. Just stop. I know you’re probably curious as to how something like dust could be called despicable, but trust me when I say it can. Also trust that you do not want to read this post, which is all about misery and sadness. You’d be better reading about the adventures of a happy little elf instead.