My name's india and a lot of things in my life seem to go tits up, especially when I started solo travelling three years ago.

 

Whilst this venture did initially start off as a travel blog, I’m certain that I can’t call myself a backpacker anymore, nor do I qualify as a full-time traveller either. Apart from embarking on the odd one-month trip here and there, I’ve been living in Australia for three years now.

 

One way or another, I’ve branched out.

 

Things that are less-than-ideal always seem to happen to me, yes travel-related, but mainly just life-related. Because poor decisions = great stories, I'm here to find the humour in my misery and share it with you (whilst also sharing my opinions on dating, friendship, mental health and the continual existential crisis that characterises being in your 20s.) And even though, in reality, quite literally nobody wants to listen to my problems or take my advice, I’m going to pretend that they do anyway.