What is that SMELL ??

Ok we admit this is a bit early but so much has happened already we thought sod it...


Well so far so good. That is apart from turning up and realising that of the 1,000's of places available Charlotte had booked us into a slum that even Michael Palin would be afraid of. It being about million degrees in Delhi. Being lied too constantly about the availability of buses and every Tom, Dick and Harry (or Gurjit, Rupal and Omar) trying to get us to go to bloody Kashmir (err no it's a warzone !). 


Here is the guest house...

...this is not a joke. 

However once we got over the culture shock of stepping on raw sewage instead of a welcome mat we were made to feel very welcome by the owners Lucky & Sunny, who were top guys, and soon found ourselves enjoying the madness of Phar Ganj. Not quite the crossroads in Cheam Village 

Despite finding our feet it was still unbelievably hot in Delhi and crazy busy so we formulated a plan to get the hell out of there. Unfortunately this plan involved a 14 hour overnight bus ride into the Himalayas where the only entertainment was a bizzare bollywood film and watching a teenage indian girl repeatedly puke into a plastic bag. Any complaints we had about the journey were blown out of the water the moment we arrived as firstly it was COOL ! and secondly the place overlooks a flipping mountain with a glacier on it, yet we can still sunbathe! 

Ok that's it for now, we're off to have a beer and then Matt is going to try and get Charlotte out of his hammock.

Bye for now!!