I'd not intended to catch a sleeper bus in India on account of it being quite expensive, but I'd decided to skip Bikaner and head to Jaisalmer with Jill and Chris who I'd met at Milkman Guest House in Pushkar and they were booked onto the overnight bad boy so I got myself a sleeper [...]
Pushkar is a holy town. Really holy. In fact it's so fucking holy not only is meat forbidden, so are eggs. And booze. Like, they're illegal here. It's one of those places that people tend to get stuck buuuuut I dunno. Rishikesh, yeah, I get it. Bundi too. But Pushkar? There's not really anything to [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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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