half moon whispered "go"

Pre-Indjah.

Six months ago I sold my soul to the Fairmont Empire. This seemed like a fantastic plan at the time, as I was desperate for cash. Now India is a budget friendly country, but I was a pauper, and at the time I was only working two days a week (albeit at a job that I *loved*) and 20-dollars-a-day living expenses seemed a little steep. And yes, I know that's rather funny. Anyway, I wound up scrubbing toilets for over-privileged snots who woke up one day and said, "Wouldn't it just be splendid to see the west coast! And think, we could don recycled fleece hoodies like the natives!".
I'm only a little bitter.
So I'm finally finishing off my last month of work there. The job hasn't been ideal, but I've worked hard and have managed to make up the money I need to go travelling with. In fact, one of the problems I'm dealing with now is that I've been working SO hard and So constantly (50 hour weeks anyone?) that I'm only just waking up to the fact that I leave in less than two month and I'm absolutely the most unprepared little camper on the planet. Sure, I've been looking through travel books and can do a fairly impressive hindi accent... but what about vaccinations! and diarrhea medication! and insecticide-treated mosquito nets! These are the things that will really matter and I've only just started to sort them out. I'm starting to get scared. I'm having dreams where Indian officials demand that I show them six or seven entrance visas, and think, 'shit, I only brought four!' Which is totally ridiculous.
On the flip side, I'm giddy with excitement. I've been reading about three day camel safaris and floating palaces and cave temples -- things that fill me with so much wonder that I feel like a little kid again.

Wish me luck. It's coming up quick.