In October/November 2017, I spent about five weeks in India.

I started in Jaipur (in the lap of luxury no less), then after a few more modest days in the pink city, I returned to luxury la-la-land by joining the most luxurious train in the world – The Deccan Odyssey – halfway through its trip from Delhi to Mumbai.

Mumbai didn’t do it for me so I high-tailed it out of there in search of some peace and quiet in Rishikesh. I didn’t find it there, but I did have an interesting time undergoing an intensive Ayurvedic detox program called panchakarma.

All in all, my context for going to India was wrong (I was looking for some modicum of stability, and ultimately for a place to call home), so I was reminded of one of travel’s great lessons/harsh realities: travel is contextual. And if your context is wrong, you’re not going to enjoy the place.

I’ve not written India off, but neither am I in any great hurry to return.