Hampi is what happens when you take a bunch of aesthetically pleasing stuff and chuck it all together in a manner that makes it really hard to keep your jaw from scraping on the floor in an undignified manner. I shit you not, your eyeholes won't cope. It's not just the boulders and the ruins [...]
I'm not gonna lie, I didn't really have a fucking clue what canyoning was when I purchased the extra insurance necessary to allow me to do it and have my medical bills paid should I end up in a full body cast or missing a body part or two. I just knew it was doable [...]
No, Tarrant. No. You may not feed beef momos to the tiny cow. I'm sure the tiny cow would enjoy them but it's kinda like grinding up the postman and feeding him to the neighbours wrapped in a little steamed dumpling. It's the Tibetan bovine version of Sweeny Todd. I'm also pretty sure that's how [...]
Given that lying on a sunbed whilst people bring me things to insert into my facehole is my new favourite thing in the world I figured I should do it as much as possible because, y'know, practice makes perfect, so we joined Vikki and Jen and headed to a beach I forget the name of. [...]
I have so many habits I need to drop as soon as I get back to the UK. The head wobble for one. Despite having exactly zero idea what it really means I appear to have adopted it and seem to use it without realising. If I keep doing it back home people will just [...]
Sooooo you know what's not fun? Catching a bus with all of your bags when you're still not sure if your digestive system is ready to rejoin civilised society. I chucked a couple of precautionary tablets down my throat and we went to the end of the road to wait for the bus to Mapusa. [...]
I am literally the only person in the whole of Goa who insists on wearing a helmet whilst on a scooter. True story. It's not like the helmet in question would offer any manner of protection if I did fall off, it's a flimsy, cracked thing and I've seen better quality head gear in the [...]
It's awkward saying hello to your partner who you've not seen for nearly four months when you're queer in India, they've criminalised gays and lesbians here so we could only greet each other with sort of an awkward hug which sucks when all you want to do is snog someone's face off. I had no [...]
India is fucking huge, but you only realise how huge it really is when you try and get from one place to another. It takes 23 hours to get from Bangalore to Mumbai by train. Twenty three whole, actual hours. If you travelled anywhere in the UK for 23 hours by any means of transportation [...]
I'm in Bangalore on account of the fact it seemed like a vaguely sane place to book a train back up to Mumbai from. The fact that trains have to be booked half your life in advance means you have to hazard guesses about where you might want to be at some distant point in [...]
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