My last night in India, Gari's flight was very early the next day so we decided to stay up until dawn. We sat on the rooftop bar of our guesthouse all through the dry warm night, at 4.30am Gari left for the airport, and a while later the sun lit up the sky.

It was the last day of my RTW trip, of more than fourteen months travelling. Trying to hold it all in my head at once isn't yet possible for me. I tried to think about how all the things I've experienced had come to an end here on this Delhi rooftop, tried to ponder and consider, but found I couldn't. I just had to accept that this, almost coincidentally, was the end, that equally it was simply one more morning, one more golden morning of incredible promise. After all, I was flying to England that day.

The flight had no problems. Here is a sneak view of north west Iran:

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My dad met me at Heathrow airport and took me home.

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PS As the title of this piece suggests, I've just finished posting up my photos of India. The ones of Darjeeling and Varanasi I particularly like - start at "No Escaping" and work your way forwards. I'll be posting in a couple of days about my lovely and disorientating return to London.

Wishing you the best,

Daniel