Knock on the door

One day, after I had been searching for a while with ecstasy, astrology, Tarot, and I Ching, came a knock on the front door. Someone I had never met was at the door with a casual friend. They had brought an apple pie over because they had heard I was going to India. I wasn't. I had no intention of going there. I had saved up for ten years to go to New Zealand hiking. They were convinced I was going to India.
They kept insisting that it wouldn't cost me anything to tack New Delhi on to my RTW (round-the-world) ticket.
Yes, I went to India. But that's another chapter. There was some prep time ahead of the physical trip.