Writing is not really my thing. They say I am a fine orator and I know I’m good with words but when it comes to writing long essays or papers it bores me to death. I am a person of jottings, figures and sketches and I had been secretly proud of it until now. Now I wish I had better writing skills because there’s so much I want to tell but it seems so hard. So what am I doing here, out of my comfort zone and basically struggling on my knees to get on with this? I started writing this account because my therapist asked me to do so and after finishing several pages I thought why not write a book out of it since it cost me a lot more time and energy than I expected. Just to be clear, I did not go completely crazy after my extremely remarkable summer vacation; my therapist told me I was having some internal conflicts which would take some time to resolve and the best way to make peace out of it was to face it all with focus and then face myself and my feelings. So basically this is me going through my adventure for the second time and trying my best to narrate this incredible story to anyone who is interested. So enjoy!