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. [...]
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 [...]
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