Yeah, Hobo is going again--but not to the frozen wastes of the far north, oh no. Hobo's bound for warmer climes, to overwinter (like cabbages in December! Like kale under a low tunnel! Like spinach in a hoophouse!) in a land of spice and color, shrouded in mysticism and air pollution.
INDIA.
And she's leaving in about, oh, say, three hours. Give or take.
(and she's going to try to keep updates. Or at least write letters.)
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