All posts by gregwhiteshark

Greg is a freelance photographer based in Seattle Washington.

The Little Prince

I just read The Little Prince. I know, it’s a classic, and I’m sure I read
it before, but I must not have been ready for it, because now it really
reverberates for me. And, little did I know, one of my favorite quotes in
the world comes from this book:

“It is only from the heart that one can see clearly.
What is essential is invisible to the eye.”

Yes! I so agree. Yet, I always find myself judging by what I see with my
eyes.
I just finished a 2 hour hatha yoga class. It kicked my ass. Every stretch
that my body hates, we did. My body hates these stretches because they are
the ones it most needs work on. The forward bends, the stretches to the
hamstrings and lower back, everywhere this is always always tight on me, we
stretched. I am going to come to this class for the next week and see if I
feel any change. It’s a very shanti place I am right now. Bhangsu. I have
my own little hut, with a garden in front for lounging in the sun. It’s a
nice day, a little overcast so not so hot. A perfect day for hiking up to
the waterfall above the town. I am finally getting on with my trip, not
just physically, but spiritually, mentally. It’s been 2 weeks of dealing
with my anger. Yesterday, I spent most of the day writing my story of Nepal
and my betrayal. It’s definitely helped to go over it all again from the
start, as I now see the story more clearly. I have gotten a little distance
from and can see it more clearly now…from my heart. What I see is that it
started from the very beginning. They have been conning me from nearly the
first day. I don’t know if they ever told me the truth about anything. And
as one lie became the foundation of the next, I didn’t see that is was all a
house of vapor, until it was too late. It’s like a wind came and blew it
all away, and I can see it all so clearly now. I was seeing with my eye,
and ignoring my heart, which was telling me to not trust them. I didn’t
listen to it. I didn’t even hear it. I drowned it out.

Betrayal

I got ripped off. My Nepali “friends” took all of my cash and ran off. After a few days of frantic attempts to get the Indian Police to help, and complete confusion as to what to do and where to go, I have decided to give it up. I’ve done all I can, contacted everyone I can, and have come to realize that I’m just not going to catch these guys without help which isn’t forthcoming. So I am just trying to get over it, and hope that karma gets them eventually. I am heading to Udaipur to be alone and try to get some peace.

NEPAL

I know, it’s been a long time since I’ve written. I went on a 23 day trek around the Annapurna Mountains, climbed over a 17 thousand foot pass in snow, soaked in hot springs, got 15 dollars extorted from me from Maoist seperatists, ate delicious Dal Baht almost every day, and had a great time. Afterwards, I stayed in the lovely town of Pokhara for over a week just relaxing. I then returned to Kathamandu for a few days and am now in Baktaphur, a gorgous ancient village outside of the pollution and traffic of Kathmandu. I am hoping to have my India visa by friday and to get a bus to Varinasi by Sunday, as a strike is about to start on Monday. Strikes suck here. I had to pay a driver twenty dollars to get from the end of my hike in the mountains to Pokhara, about 20 minutes away. This is over 20 times the regular price of taking a public bus..but there were no buses…or so I was told. Later I found out that there were busses, and that I had gotten ripped off. Oh well. These things happen sometimes. I have so many stories from my adventure in the mountains, but I don’t have the time or space to write about them right now. Grover needs to be boarded with someone else, as my tenant is now asking for 900 dollars to watch him until I get home in July. If anyone knows anyone who might be willing to take care of Grover for 3 months, I would love to hear from you. There will be monetary compensation.

back from Burma…off to Nepal!

Back in Bangkok one last time. What a fantastic journey Burma was! I can’t believe how quickly a month went. I didn’t really miss my computer or the internet, but I did miss listening to my music, especially on the long bus and train rides. I just checked my email and had over 500 messages waiting for me when I returned… It was almost entirely junk emails promising longer, harder erections, stock tips, a lower mortgage on the house I don’t have, and all kinds of other stupid stuff. A total waste of time. No, I didn’t miss email at all. I’ve been frantically busy trying to edit, caption, and burn image dvds and get them shipped of before I leave for Nepal tomorrow AM. I just finished it, so now I can actually use the laptop for updating my blog! But now I have little time left. Burma is amazing. The people are the nicest people I have ever met anywhere. I met a monk in Mandalay who accompanied me though the last few weeks of my trip. It was great fun. I can’t even begin to write about all of it right now. I even managed to take several good photos. I’m finally getting better at this travel photo thing. Practice practice practice. I could spend hours writing about my experiences, but I don’t have the time right now. I have to pack up my gear, get a box to ship some gifts and discs back home, meet Michael McGarrigle, the guy with the greatest job in the world, for dinner, and try to get about 20 other things done here on my last night in Southeast Asia! Yes, I am going to NEPAL tomorrow morning! I can’t believe it! Everywhere I’ve gone seems to get better then the last place. If you asked me what my favorite place was, at any time on my trip, I would normally be able to say it was the last place I was. This trip just keeps getting better and better! Unfortunately, my trip may be cut short. I may be heading back to Seattle July 1st, as my sub-letter wants to move out before October 1st. Coming back July 1st at least allows me to attend my good friend Robert’s wedding in Cyprus, which I have be planning my entire trip around since before I left. Ok….much to to….must go now!

Myanmar!

Novice Monks (C) Gregory White 1996I can’t check email, but I CAN enter blogs and read your comments. So if you want to contact me before Feb 15th, when I leave Myanmar, I can only be reached here. Someone please let my mother know, so she doesn’t worry about me. Her email address is pamandron@nfinity.com.

My first day in Myanmar was quite an adventure. I hardly slept last night due to being relentlessly attacked by mosquitos, even though I was under a mosquito net. I stayed in a dorm room, and it was WITHOUT any sort of fan. In other words, it was ROASTING. All the beds are butted next to each other, so I was sleeping next to someone I didn’t know at all. So the only way to fight the skeeters was to cover myself up with a blanket or dig through my pack for my repellent, which was certain to awake everyone… so I tried the blanket. The blanket only made me sweaty, which seemed to attract the skeeters even more, and any flesh that poked out of the blanket was IMMEDIATLY BITTEN. It was insane. I finally gave in and dug out my repellent at about 1:30 am. It felt much better without the hot blanket, but any spot on my body that I missed spraying DEET on was bitten. It took all my nerve not to scratch and make things worse. This went on until I finally got every part of my exposed body covered and I finally drifted off to sleep around 3 am…only to be awakened at 4 AM by the LOUDEST MEGAPHONE BHUDDIST PRAYER SESSION I could have ever imagined. Earplugs did very little to drown it out. This went on for AN HOUR. Some time around 5:30 I started drifting back to sleep, but awoke at 9 AM for breakfast, which was great. I then moved to a fantastic room at the top of the guesthouse which not only has a nice comfy PRIVATE bed and a fan, but what’s best is that it has a great view of the Shwedogon Pagoda, which is this amazing 2000 year old towering pagoda that is covered in over 54 tons of gold, 5000 diamonds, hundreds of rubies… It the holiest place in Myanmar and one of the greatest human-made structures I have ever seen. I have been trying to kick this phlemy throat and cough thing I’ve had since I went diving, but it seems to be getting worse again. So I went out and exchanged money from a money exchange tout (only to discover later that he tricked me out of about 7 dollars in the exchange, clever monkey!) and found my way to a pharmacy to get some drugs. On the way, two local boys approached me and wanted to practice thier english with me. They took me to the Sulay Pagoda which is another gold-encrusted pagoda in the center of town. A man approached us there at explained in perfect english everything about the pagoda, the practices happening everywhere, and about transendental medication, which he went at length about for over 20 minutes before we got rid of him. We got rid of him by my agreeing with the boys to go to their english class and say a few words…

I arrive at the class, which has about 40-50 students in there late teens to late twenties, and I am immediatly brought to the front of the class. I am asked to improvise. So I go on for about 10-15 minutes about who I am, what I have been doing, etc.. and then ask if anyone has questions… boy did they.

Are you married? No. Why not? My girlfriend and I broke up. Why? She left me. How did that make you feel? sad. Someone asked me to explain how I felt about relationships and love. JESUS! What is this?? What is your religion? Do you like Jennifer Lopez? (No. Which was an unpopular answer, I found out.) What do you think of Myanmar. What do you think of Thai people? What do you think of George Bush and the Iraq War? (I LOVED this question, because I tore into George Bush. I found out later that MOST people in Myanmar really LIKE George Bush. I can’t imagine why, other than the only news they can sometimes get is CNN.) All in all, I was up in front of this class answering questions about travelling, love, relationships, politics and J-lo for an hour. I WAS the class. I was exhausted and little embarrased about my answers afterwards, especially when I revealed how LITTLE I knew about thier culture and country. At the end, I took a photo of the class. Which I will post when I can. It was actually great fun, and I have been asked to return before I leave Myanmar. Then my new friends took me to lunch, then the Shwedogan Pagoda which was stunning but was unfortunately under some rennovation, so photo ops were limited. Then we worked our way back home by super croweded bus, and then I got a sarong, because almost everyone here wears one! You don’t know how happy this makes me! It’s like being back in indonesia again! Tomorrow my friends are going to take me around again starting at 9 AM. I am exhausted. I found this internet place about a mile from my guesthouse, and it may be the only one in town. Anyway, it’s late here, so I am heading back to my guesthouse for hopefully a peacefull night of sleep.

Off to Burma!

Ok, I am off to Burma today. I may or may not be able to receive emails or
update the blog while I am there. The Burmese government is unpredictable
and things are changing all the time. I will be back in Bangkok on the 15th
of February. My quick stopover in Thailand has stretched out to 20 days
somehow. Strange. Everything took much longer than I suspected. The Burma
visa alone took nearly a week to get, then the plane ticket to Burma took a
few days. My diving trip in the Similan Islands also took much longer than
I could have guessed, since getting sick there (fever) kept me in Koh Lak
several days longer than I predicted. I also had some technical
difficulties with my laptop and my new digital camera back here in Bangkok
which took some time to figure out. It all adds up! I guess I was meant
to slow down for these 3 weeks. Now everything is sorted out perfectly and
all is good. I am finally ready for my next adventure!

PHOTOS!

I want to remind all of you who are reading my blog that I am uploading LOTS of photos to my website.

Also, I will try to keep my blogs shorter and hopefully sweeter so you will actually read them.

I am in Koh Sok, which was tsunami ground zero here in Thailand. Many destroyed lives. Nearly 5 thousand in this area alone. There are a few huge boats still on the far side of the highway. There are many new fancy bungalows being built at break-neck speed. There are only fat German tourists here. The dive shops, which are many, are all owned by Germans. The only reason to come here is to dive or be lazy in a fancy new resort on the beach. I came here on a whim(and an invite from my friend Nicole) to dive the Simlian Islands, which I heard are fantastic. They were. I will write about it later. I didn’t have any underwater housing for my camera, so don’t expect many photos…

Greg

PS. REMINDER: I am going to Burma in a few days, hopefully, and will NOT be able to send/receive emails nor post to this blog for the entire month that I am there. So don’t WORRY about me. Just pretend I’ve gone to a distant planet for a month. I will return to Earth some time in mid February.

Cameras! (Boring Gear Blog)

Warning: This particular blog is probably dull to all but the photo gear freaks out there.

I got two new spaceships, as my lovely Italian friend Irene would call them. I spent more money yesterday then I’ve ever spent before. As I’ve mentioned, I lost my great little Canon SD500 Digital camera. It’s been gone now for what seems like months and I’ve been missing it, especially shooting little movies with it and snaps of friends along the way. I’ve also heard about by dream camera being released, the Canon 5D. A full frame 12 MP SLR. I researched prices online at B&H Photo, and tried to figure out how much time & money it would cost me to ship them here. It would have ending up costing more (and would have been a huge customs headache) than if I just bought the stuff here, so I ended up finding the best pro camera shop in Bangkok and buying here! First of all, the Canon SD550 (IXUS 750). This this is truly a spaceship. It’s like a tiny computer with a lens and and 7.1 MP sensor. Even though I had it’s predecessor, I still needed to study the manual for over an hour and take notes. Insane. At 450.00, it’s not cheap. It can be found for under 400.00 back home. Now I can shoot videos again! Yeah!
Then there’s the dream camera. This is the camera I’ve been wanting since digital SLRs first came out: A full frame digital SLR. This is the third model released by Canon, and only the fourth one ever made by any company. Canon is definitely leading the way for digital SLRs. It’s also the first full frame SLR to be “affordable” as the others were closer to eight thousand dollars when they were first released. It’s basically a Canon 20D with a better sensor, so I am completely comfortable shooting with it. It’s also got a nice big review screen, which I am very happy about. It cost me about $3200.00. Scary. I hope it pays for itself before it’s replaced by something even better. I better get to work shooting some great photos! Anyway, that price is about 150 dollars more that if I bought it in the USA. But the owner of this great camera store in Bangkok was so nice, I told him the price differences and he helped to make it up by giving me a free memory card and some lens/body protection bags. So ultimately, I’ve only paid about 100 dollars more for everything. Not bad at all actually. I was worried about not having a USA warranty…but then I realized I won’t be in the USA very much in the next year, so it doesn’t matter! Now I have two Digital SLRs and the great little pocket camera. I am totally set!
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My Photo Gear:
Canon 20D (x1.6 CMOS sensor)
Canon 5D (Full Frame CMOS sensor)
Canon 16-35mm 2.8L
Canon 50mm 1.4L
Canon 70-200mm 2.8L IS
5 batteries
6.5 GB worth of CF cards
(Range of Lenses:16mm-320mm at f2.8, up to 448mm at f4.0)
Canon SD550
2 batteries
1.5 GB worth of SD cards
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I don’t want to tell you what all of this is worth. I don’t even want to think about it.

My 20D has the 16-35mm lens on it (making it a 24-53mm), and the 5D has the 70-200mm on it, So I have just about everything covered from 24-200 at f2.8 without having to change lenses! I also have a 1.4 50mm lens, and a 1.4x extension for the 70-200mm. This is truly a dream kit. No more switching lenses all the time!!! It’s taken me 10 years, but I am finally really happy about my photo gear. Who wouldn’t be? If I want, I can also switch the lenses, and then I have from 16-35mm and 112-320mm. So, because it’s a full frame sensor, it’s also like I got 3 new lenses! The new camera addition obviously makes my bag a little heavier, but not by much. The 5D weights just a little more the the 20D, so it’s almost nothing compared to that insanely heavy 70-200 I’m hauling around. Hopefully this will allow me to get shots much faster. The last thing I need to figure out is my camera bag. It’s a great bag, a good size, but it’s not really designed to carry cameras and lenses around. My 50mm has been damaged from hauling it around, and is in repair here in Bangkok. I am thinking about how to tweak the bag almost every day, and now I am on a quest to find some plastic inserts to give the bag some better structure and cushion. Ok, sorry to bore you with my camera gear business. I am just so excited about my new gear! First thing I need to do is INSURE it! God help me if I get it stolen.

I am really enjoying Bangkok much more this time around. I still haven’t met anyone to hang out with, which I seem to have a problem with here, but I am actually liking the city much more now. Everything I need is here, and much of what I don’t need. Tomorrow night I will head down to Koh Lak for a diving adventure in the Similan Islands! Then I come back to Bangkok once again, and fly off to Burma! Please note, I will be COMPLETELY UNAVAILABLE for the entire month I am in Burma. There is NO email that I know of.
Greg

Bangkok, Oriental City

12/31 New Year’s Eve

I’m back in Bangkok. I’ve completed a long 3 month loop of SE Asia. I started here on Oct. 5th, and have gone overland, by bus and by boat, counter-clockwise through southern Cambodia, Vietnam, Laos, and now back here. It’s a perfect time to be back here, full circle, just as the year ends and a new one begins. So many thoughts and impressions filling my mind. After arriving yesterday and finding a new hotel that was recommended to me by the man with the greatest job in the world (more about him later), I walked down Kho San Road. It was same same as ever, but it was interesting to notice how different my mind was after my 3 months of adventure. When I arrived here from Seattle, I found Kho San Road to be overwhelming in it’s commercialism and tourists. I found myself wanting to buy all kinds of trinkets and clothes and eat the cheap street food and drink beers…and I found it impossible to meet anyone. Everyone seems so young and to be traveling with other young people, and they are all having a great time. Last night, as I walked down the middle of the street, filled with, once again, 20-something scantily-clad western women and hippy/party boys all drinking and buying, buying and drinking, I sensed a definite shift in my mind: It was completely calm. This is still the loneliest place to be when you are traveling alone, but I didn’t feel it nearly so much as I did when I first arrived here. I had no desire to shop or drink beer or eat the cheap Thai food from the countless stalls. I simply wanted to sell back my book, which I had finally finished just before arriving back where I bought it. Anna Karenina is over 800 pages long. An 18th century Russian Classic by Tolstoy. It was strange to be immersed in Russian history and characters while bounding across SE Asia, but that’s what I chose to read when I arrived here. I bought it for ten bucks on Kho San Road, and last night, I sold it back for 2.50, which I used to buy myself dinner.

Kho San Road. It’s horrible and lonely yet so lively and full of beautiful people. It’s not Bangkok, it’s not anywhere. It’s a bubble, a caricature of itself. I felt completely outside of it even as I was in the middle of it. I realized then just what my trip has done to me after 3 months. I am now a calm traveler. I am now “in the groove” as it were. I am centered within myself, no matter what’s going on around me. Being here on new year’s eve is also ironic because this is where I was exactly 3 years ago with Robin, whom I was with for 5 years until last February. We had just come back from the bus trip that everyone talks about: the road from hell from Siem Reap (Angkor Wat) in Cambodia to Bangkok. We were both needing to stay near our guesthouse since we both needed close access to our toilet for reasons I need not explain. Comparing that trip to this one is impossible. This is a long solo wander, while that was a short, tightly-scheduled “couples” trip. Simply being in Bangkok alone already magnifies one’s aloneness, but adding to it the memories of a previous trip with someone you love makes it even more so. Fortunately, I am now much more comfortable with being alone. I’ve been alone a lot during this trip and I think it’s finally feeling ok not only to be alone, which always felt ok to me, but to feel lonely. Feeling lonely feels ok now because I know I won’t be alone for long. There is always someone new and unexpected just around the corner. For example….

Two nights ago, my last night in Laos, I met the man with the greatest job in the world. His name is Michael McGarrigle. He’s from Ireland, in case the name didn’t give that away. A few years back he quit his job as an engineer, sold all he had, and decided to take a 3 year trip around the world. Sounds great, right? Except that when you do that, you come back home with nothing. No savings, no job, no home. Scary. Too scary for me. When I go back home, I will have a little money left (I hope), a home to return to, and since I work for my own business, I will hopefully be able to ask myself for my job back. Michael’s also a musician, and before he left, he was looking for a certain type of travel guitar to take with him on his journey, but he was having a difficult time locating one. So, he managed to get on the local public radio station to talk about his forthcoming trip and ask over the airwaves if anyone had this guitar that he could purchase for his adventure. Well, as luck would have it, some producer from the BBC was listening to his plans and called in to ask him if he would be interested in documenting his trip with a video camera for a BBC series. After meeting with the producers, Michael got a 3 year, all-expenses paid contract with them! This was the first time the BBC has ever given anyone a 3 year contract for any show. He’s got a great little Sony broadcast-quality camera, and some nice microphones. That’s all he really needs. His gear probably weighs less than mine! Not only are all his expenses for the entire trip covered, but he also gets a fairly large salary (40k a year!) on top! In contrast, my travel budget for the entire year is 12,000 dollars. A thousand dollars a month, including flights. Michael is getting paid for traveling around the world and talking about it along the way. The show is called “Around the World in 1,080 Days”. He is the writer, director, camera man and star of the show. He ships the tapes home and the folks back at the BBC edit them into 30 minute shows. What could be better???? I am green with envy. I spent my last morning hanging with him in Vientiane. He asked me to shoot some video of him riding up to the camera on his rented motorbike and talking about arriving in Laos. He had just arrived the day I met him and he only had two weeks there, so he was on a tight schedule there. In return for the “favor” of shooting video for him, he bought me breakfast and I will get a camera credit on the show! Then we went to the holiest of Lao temples on his motorbike and I took photos while he shot video. It was great! He’s a super nice guy and I really enjoyed talking to him and hanging out with him that day. I left that evening on a bus bound for Bangkok. Had my visa not expired that day, I would have happily traveled with him for a while! But we were going opposite directions. This often happens. I meet very cool people but we find that we are going different directions and so we only get to spend a short while together, sometimes only a day, sometimes a few days. If I am lucky I meet some people who are going in my same direction (Nada, Marc, Nicole, Chieko), but more often, they are not (Irene, Paul, Tim, Jeremy, just to name a few).
This is what travel is really about. Yes the temples and the culture and the food and the scenery are all very beautiful and great. But it’s the experiences I have with the people I meet that really leave the strongest impressions on me. OK, I must figure out what I’m going to do here on New Year’s Eve!

Happy New Year to all my friends and family everywhere!

Love,
Greg

Things I’ve Lost

When you are traveling as long and moving as much as I am on this trip, you are bound to lose things. Everything you lose is important in some way, or you wouldn’t be carrying it, so it’s always painful to discover that you’ve lost even the smallest thing. When it’s a big thing that you’ve lost, it becomes that much more painful, especially if it’s difficult to replace and/or expensive. So, as a cathartic way for me to get over my losses, I am listing everything I’ve lost up to now, three months into my trip, listed roughly chronologically.

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My Journal. I lost it before I even got to Bangkok on the stopover in Taipai. Not a great way to start the trip. Fortunately only two days were written in it.

Vancouver baseball cap. The second thing I lost after my journal. Left it hanging behind a towel in a room, I think.

My Wallet. Don’t know how or where, but somewhere in Sihanoukville. Only 10 bucks in it, and it was falling apart anyway, so I wasn’t too upset.

My shark bag: Left on bus from Hanoi to Halong Bay.
I loved this bag. I’ve had it for years and I took it with me almost everywhere I went. I made this small bag from leftover silcone-nylon when I made all of my ultralight gear for Hawaii. II called it the “shark bag” because it had a small plastic shark attached to the drawcord. Inside was a collection of bits and pieces that I liked to have with me with regularly. Fortuntately for me, I had just slimmed it down for my trip to Halong Bay, where I only brought my daypack and my camera bag, so I only lost some dramamine, some band-aids, a blister kit, emergin-c, insect repellent, a lighter, earplugs, glass cleaner, lip balm, and some assorted drugs for pain/poops. It normally also contained my headlamp, swiss army knife, and my compass, all of which I would have been additionally bummed to lose. I’ve replaced it with a sandwich baggie that I’ve drawn a shark on.

Big red bandana. Lost in Vang Vien when I had a bag of laundry done and it was never returned to me. Remarkably, hard to replace here in Asia.

Red plastic carabineer. used it to hang my daypack on bus seatbacks. Lost on bus from Vang Vien to Luang Prabang.

A nice pen I bought in Vientianne. have no idea where or when exactly.

An almost brand new cell phone. Bought in in Saigon the end of October. Disappeared less than 2 months later sometime between leaving Luang Prabang by bus and coming back to Luang Prabang by boat 10 days later. Very irritating that I lost it so soon after buying it, I really liked it, and it wasn’t cheap.

A lens cap and a lens end cap while hiking in villages around Moung Ngoi.

Canon SD500 Digital Camera. Ouch. This one hurts. Lost on boat from Nong Kiow to Luang Prabang. I’m sad about this one. I loved this camera and all the images on the card are obviously also gone. Hopefully I can replace the camera in Bangkok. It too was almost brand new. I bought it in September just before my trip. I am hoping my travel insurance will cover it and the cell phone loss together, because combined, they are a considerable chunk of money, and there is a 200.00 deductible on every claim.

A 1000 Bhat note (worth about 25.00) Lost most recently in the night market in Luang Prabang. It must have fallen out of my pocket or something. Still a big mystery. This was my holiday spending money, so I’m still quite vexed about it’s disappearance.

It seems buses and boats tend to eat my stuff, so I must learn to be VERY careful about my gear when traveling by bus and boat. It’s very easy for gear to be jostled from pockets and seats and fall to the floor where they are often never seen again. Also, if you determine that you’ve lost the item after the bus or boat has left, you are almost guaranteed never to see them again, as the busses and boats aren’t reachable or identifiable once they’ve left, and, chances are, someone has already grabbed it anyway. Your stuff is gone gone gone. Take my word – be very careful of gear on boats and buses. I fairly certain that nothing I’ve lost was stolen, except perhaps that one red carabineer. Everything else has simply dropped away from me never to be seen again. It sucks. I don’t consider myself a clumsy or bumbling traveller nor overly burdened with luggage and gear, but here I am losing things left and right and I hate it. So, I have to try to be even more careful in the future. Here’s to not losing anything for the rest of the trip!

Things I THOUGHT I lost, but then found:

My digital camera

My ability to take a decent travel photo

My sunglasses

My SE Asia Phrase book

Things I’ve found:

Lots of friends

Cool culture

Great people

Unforgetable memories that I will probably forget by the time I reach India.