They hitchhiked up the east coast of Australia, across to Darwin, and took a lightplane to East Timor. They travelled by jeep across the mountains to Dili and hitched a ride on a fishing junk to Singapore. South-east Asia was traversed cross-country, sleeping on the floor of Buddhist monasteries.
Eventually arriving in India they flew into the teeming, steamy city of Calcutta. The kaleidoscope of colour and life shocked and amazed the travellers; the naked, emaciated beggars wandering the streets, huge Brahmin bulls weaving through traffic and the overwhelming smell of spices…
It was the beginning of a life long love affair with India. Like countless hippies of the era, Wendy and John were seekers drawn to find a more meaningful existence. After their return to Sydney a friend told them about Meher Baba, a spiritual master who was at that time still alive, and living in India, the place they had just left. With this newfound knowledge their spiritual quest ended, and a life-long belief in Meher Baba began.
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