Departure day closing in...

First of all I can't understand how time flies. At some point it felt like I was going to be in India forever and now that I'm getting used to the idea of going back home it's like "SNAP! It's over". I've been thinking of what I will miss of India;

• The friends I have made that I'll hopefully see again in not too long time.
• The food: Idly, Vada, Thali, Naan, Paneer Butter Masala, Channa Batora, Dosai, Porotha and all the other vegetarian dishes that I really enjoy eating.
• The way food is eaten: using only right hand formed like a scoop, using the thumb as a spoon to shovel it into the mouth, using the pointy finger and middle finger as fork and knife. Eating is so much more intimate in this way and it's way better to enjoy the whole experience of the meal.
• The hole in the wall; Our regular bar with beer served through a hole in the wall. The first weeks we thought the employees hated us cause they looked at us in a weird fashion, but they turned out to be really great and always greeted us when we passed by even though we didn't buy anything at that exact time.
• Rickshaws; an easy and cheap way to get around if you really don't want to walk, or if you have to get to the other side of the town really fast to a liquor store to buy Bacardi Breezers before closing time.
• Eating out.; I haven't prepared my own food in a long time, I nearly don't know how to do it anymore. But where one thing lacks another thing steps in to take it's place; I've been washing my own clothes by hand in the shower with a detergent bar, using an hour just to get done. (Yes, I should have an applause for that.)
• The heat; even though it has been incredibly hot here for the past weeks and I've been sweating like a pig, I'd rather sweat than freeze.
• The outgoing people; It's a fact that it's hard to come to a personal level with Scandinavians in particular. This is not an issue in India. This could be kind of over the top for many reserved Europeans, but when you get past that border you will meet so many great people and get strong relations to them.

I could continue with this forever, but this is the main things that I'll miss the first when getting back home.

Secondly I'm amazed by how small the world is. When staying in Varkala I met a friend from my own hometown on the beach, unknowing that we both stayed in India at the same time, and in different places in India. Last night I met a Danish girl, through some common Indian friends, that have been studying in Ireland together with a former classmate of mine that also has lived in my hometown and spent a lot of time in the village where I grew up when we were growing up. There has also been one other guy from my hometown here in Pondi during our studies, but that weekend I was away in Bangalore, but this just proves how ridicilously tiny the world is. Or how people from my hometown are trying to colonize the world yet again.

Now it's time for me to figure out how I'm going to get all my belongings back home without paying a fortune at the airport in overweight charges. I'll just say "Mail, mail, mail!".