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I am afraid of heights. No, that's not quite true. I am afraid of plummeting from heights. I held on for dear life and cried excessively every time a child bumped into me at the top of the Eiffel Tower for god's sake. So, how, exactly, I got roped into going bungee jumping in Chiang Mai, Thailand, and got myself 50 meters in the air, sitting on a crane, with a bungee chord strapped to my legs, is beyond me. No, that's not quite true. It involved, as such things often do, a cute boy and a couple of beers...

There's a particular phenomenon that travelers often allude to: "reverse culture shock." It happens when you return home from long term travel. You get so used to being immersed a different cultures that when you arrive back home it no longer feels right. It feels different. You feel different being there. That's how I felt when I arrived back back in Bangkok after three months in India. True, Bangkok wasn't home. But Thailand had become the closest thing before I had left for India. I'd spent two months in the country in total. It was easy, familiar, and, with no real...

1. I seem to have a problem in India. Whenever i go to a restaurant and order something, they don't have it. Seriously. I'd say that, on average, once a day I will tell the waiter what I want and he will say "no." Sometimes I will order again and get the same response and be so frustrated I just have to ask, "OK, what do you have?" ...

After three months in India, Jaime and I arrived in our final city: Mumbai. It was kind of bittersweet. India was finally starting to grow on me, but, at the same time, I was itching to get out and to be on my own again. While we were having fun, I think we both knew that even if we hadn't planned on separating at that point, it was about time to go our separate ways....

I was already feeling famous in India. People were stopping all over, asking to get their photo taken with me. Men and children were staring at me constantly. Hotel owners were always asking for my autograph. I knew that it was only a matter of time before this near-celebrity paid off. Welcome to Mumbai. Almost as soon as I stepped out of the cab to look for a hotel, a man approached me, handed me his card, and asked if I was free the next day to film a Bollywood movie. Finally, I was discovered! ...

After Hampi, Jaime and I headed back to Goa. We parted ways with Dani, who went back to Palolem to be with Jess, and made our way to Panaji, the capital of Goa. We arrived ridiculously early in the morning, tired, and had to sit on the street with all our bags for a couple of hours until we could check into a hotel. We spent the first half of the day walking around. Really though, there was hardly anything to do there. So we decided that the next morning we'd head on to Anjuna....

If you ever wanted to know what it feels like to be a celebrity, try being a blonde American girl traveling in Hampi, India. While I've had those feelings elsewhere in India, especially throughout the South of the country, no where were they as strong, no where was I stopped as much, as in Hampi. People stopped me all over — on the street, at attractions, in cafes — wanting to get their photo taken with me. Or wanting me to take a photo of them with my camera even though they would never see it beyond the two-second preview afterwards....

And then, after two months of traveling around India, we finally made it to Goa: Palolem, Goa. Palolem Beach was a nice beach, calm and somewhat quiet. Quiet for India, at least. It was the off-season in Goa, though. And so, many of the beach-front hotels had shut their doors. Many of the shops and restaurants were closing up. The parties were over. The nightlife was dead. The tourists were gone. It was nice all the same but if we were looking for things to do in Palolem, the only answer was go to the beach. Sit around. Pet some cows. But it was a new side...