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. [...]
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 [...]
Most people know about Boscastle on account of that time it flooded and I don't mean the locals got their toes a bit wet whilst watching Corrie and eating their fish and chips one night. It fucking flooded. We're talking homes and businesses destroyed, cars washed out to sea as torrents of sewage infested water [...]
Every 6.30am start should be accompanied by bacon. It's the rules. Dead pig is clinically proven to alleviate the trauma that your body clock endures when it discovers you can actually get up at such an hour, and not just to vomit 17 shots of tequila or piss out 7 pints of Fosters before re-collapsing [...]
Back in April I left New Zealand with a heavy heart. I uprooted myself from a life I didn't want to leave because my visa had expired and headed back towards Europe via South America. I didn't really know what to expect to be honest, it was a choice between South America or South East [...]
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