If you’ve been following this story from part 1, then you already know that basically I turned up in India having done the absolute bare minimum research and not having a clue what I was doing, as I attempted to find the village where my great grandfather had emigrated to England from about 90 years ago.
If you haven’t read the previous parts to the story, may I suggest you go back and do so now. I promise they’re very short and you’ll be back here in just a few minutes. I’ll wait…..
So finally, after 2 weeks of travelling around in Nepal and then India, I found myself waking up in a hotel in Kozhikode, the nearest big town to the jungle villages that I had kind of traced my great grandfather to. And with Maria at my side, there to film the important moments (and my horrific haircut), I ate breakfast and headed out to try and find something. What exactly, I had no idea. I really hadn’t thought anything through.
And that brings to an end this short collection of stories entitled Indian Roots. Until I am able to make it back to India, at least. I’ve got loads of other stuff lined up to be written from the rest of our trip, but all in good time. Also some stuff coming up from Ukraine and Bosnia. Don’t forget to subscribe to the blog if you like it. And also come join me on Facebook.