That thing where a temple won't allow photography and to enforce this they look inside your bag, advise you to submit phones and cameras to the cloakroom along with your bag, put you through a metal detector then thoroughly frisk you and check inside all of your pockets. I'm not even shitting you. Unless you [...]
When I told people I was going to start my trip in Delhi they looked at me like I'd just told them I was going to be the first person to populate Mars with 20 lesbians and a turkey baster full of David Cameron's spunk. I get why, it's not the most pleasant of places [...]
Ok. Fine. I admit it. Lemon, ginger and honey tea appears to be just as good at fighting cold and flu symptoms as pseudoephedrine. There, I said it. I draw the line at wearing brightly coloured woollens and stinking the place out with patchouli incense though, I'm not that much of a fucking hippy yet. [...]
Sunday 12th October Oh sunrise. I love you, but why do you have to be so fucking early? Glaring at my alarm didn't stop it from being 3.30am either. To be fair the tour wasn't leaving until 4.30, I didn't have to be up at that god awful hour, but when a start is this [...]
Friday 10th October Ahh, there's nothing like a nice, long walk in the searing heat ay. Especially when you're not exactly renowned for your sense of direction since that time you had to ask for directions out of a Marks & Spencers store because you'd just spent the last 10 minutes wandering around in circles [...]
Well I'm finally in Rishikesh which means I'm not sweating like a blind lesbian in a fish shop for the first time in four days. Not that I've used my ability to walk around whilst not losing a litre of fluid an hour through my face much. I've had a bit of a stroll, photographed [...]
Fuck yeah, Delhi Metro! I think I might love it a little bit. Not only can you get a one day Tourist Card for ₹150 (₹50 of which I got back when I returned it), it's like some manner of safe haven. No one wants to sell you anything or show you a tourist office [...]
I fully intended to get the Metro to Paharganj from the airport. I strode purposefully towards it, following the signs as a bloke fell into pace with me and asked me if I wanted a taxi. I declined, for I, sir, was catching the Metro! He asked me where I was going. Central? Did I [...]
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