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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
There were six more ruins left on my boleto turístico. I managed three which isn't bad going really considering the travel time involved, the fact that some of them require extra effort to get to once you get to the nearest town and that all this getting out of bed to an alarm clock was [...]
At 2850m Quito can be described as pretty fucking high up which means you can blame the altitude for everything. Drunk after two drinks? Altitude. Can't walk up a flight of stairs without dying? Altitude. You're looking a bit porky these days, Claire. Yeah, can't help it, it's the altitude. But if 2850m still isn't [...]
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