Perhaps it’s the Eat, Pray, Love effect, but ever since Julia Roberts kicked off her ballet flats and went in search of a post-divorce glow-up at an ashram in Delhi, solo female travellers have been setting their coordinates to India.
Having just turned 37 and emerged from a cataclysmic breakup myself, I was what you’d class as an ideal candidate for some spiritual awakening. Just one conundrum, where to go?
