When Rachel first contacted me last year, we bonded over doughnuts. She told me that her and her partner Pat were getting married in the town of Berry (just an hour or so south of my old hometown Wollongong) which I knew just so happened to have the best fresh doughnut van in the world. This permanent trailer sits on the side of the Princes Highway passing through the town and I basically begged Rachel to hire me so I could get an opportunity to have some again. Thankfully, they didn’t need much convincing and on my way home late on the evening of their wedding, I just so happened to get the opportunity to sink my teeth into the hot, sweet and cinnamony goodness of a freshly made one. That in itself made the entire day worthwhile (not to mention the awesomeness of Rachel and Pat). We braved waist high grass, killer mosquitos and mud during the afternoon but these guys were adamant that it was all worth it. And indeed it was.
So my Indian adventure is coming to an end. I’m currently at Chennai airport having just flown in from Visakhapatnam and should be around for the next 8 hours or so before take off. The culture, traditions and sense of community are things I will miss and these are things that I think the East do much better than us in the West. We might have wealth in our pockets, but they have wealth in their hearts.
I made many good friends who I know I will stay friends with forever as a result of our time shared together. But this trip was never about me, it was for two people whose love brought them together and as a result, brought me to them. I can’t thank them enough for allowing me to be part of this.