Expectant...

I feel surreal; light joy and gentle bewilderment with a satisfied hunger as I lie on my bed in this shimmeringly clean space (Rahaul Guesthouse) where I have set down my bags this evening. Despite getting my opportunity to walk Bihar's sandy tracks at entirely the the wrong time in entirely the wrong direction and with both backpacks, I eventually found Bodhgaya. Tibetans and monks ooze like saffron blood through the smokey streets here, and it feels supremely safe. I never like an arrival in darkness especially when you're disembarked alone from a bus at the opposite end of town to where sense and guidebooks suggest you will land, however, I feel secure here so its a wonder that I have left a fabulous tented restaurant full of interesting looking travellers and returned to my room at only 8pm, but I just feel odd. I have an expectant feeling that I want to let evolve and I think I will need an early start to allow that to happen. Already I do not want to talk to the fellow travellers but I feel that they want to leave me alone too, maybe I am just overwhelmed at so many people having been so remote these last few days, or lonely, or tired or maybe this is where I start to get to grips with myself...