Travelling alone is a bit of a ball ache sometimes in that everything costs a fucking fortune. Yeah okay, I could have made may way around Jaipur on public transport but that takes time and I didn't really want to spend that long here on account of it being, y'know, a bit uninspiring. Another option [...]
Jaipur is the capital of Rajasthan and is known as the Pink City which I was later told is because when the Prince of Wales visited the city sometime in the 1800's they painted the whole bastard place pink to welcome him which is a slightly grand and random gesture. He'd probably have been happy [...]
There are many things to do in Bundi but most of them I didn't get around to doing on account of ending up with my head in a bucket throwing up whatever my various internal organs could produce. I'm not even shitting you, it's like my body was on a mission to expel everything I'd [...]
So. Sawai Madhopur. The gateway to the Ranthambore National Park which is where people flock to gawp at wildlife from some manner of vehicle in the hope that one of the creatures mincing through the undergrowth will be a tiger. I rocked up to Hotel Aditya and was informed by a ridiculously cheerful bloke wearing [...]
My very first Indian gut rot! I think my bowels have turned to knives. I'm pretty sure I didn't even eat anything to deserve it. Screw you, knife bowels. Fortunately I learnt my lesson after South America and I brought a shit tonne (pun intended. Not even sorry) of Immodium and rehydration sachets with me [...]
If you're going to Fatehpur Sikri you might want to take along a fuck off great big stick to fend off the traders in the free-entry square. A huge stick, with nails in the end. Or a chainsaw. Or a flamethrower. You can handle sellers that call to you from the side of the road [...]
There's nowt like sipping a freezing cold Kingfisher on a roof terrace whilst gawping at the Taj Mahal. I believe beer is essential fuel when preparing oneself to do battle with the endless touts wanting you to change money or book a bus ticket, auto and cycle rickshaw drivers persistently offering you the services of [...]
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. [...]
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