The journey to Visakhapatnam is too much to make in one day so we stop on the way to bush camp. India is not a country designed for camping, not only is the very concept alien to them, but with a population of a billion, it is very hard to get away from people. As it starts to get dark we head off the main road and down the side roads in search of a place to sleep. After much meandering through various villages and past lots of agricultural land, we finally find a spot suitable for camping.

As we arrive and start to unload the truck a crowd starts to gather, clearly we are going to be the evenings entertainment. As we set up the tents and prepare dinner, the numbers of onlookers grow. Soon we are surrounded by at least 50 locals; mainly men and boys. They are not unfriendly, some of the English speakers start of conversations, the usual Indian questions of, 'What's you name?' and 'What country are you from?'. It is unsurprising that we have made such an impression on such a remote community; I doubt many, if any, white people ever enter the village. However after 5 hours of this group standing over us, having watched us eat and now just watching us sit around chatting, it was a little annoying and disconcerting. They did leave eventually but of course despite our 6 o'clock early start, they were all there again in the morning.

The morning had a promising start, we had breakfast with our spectators enjoying the show and were all ready to leave by 7, as we had a long drive of about 480km ahead of us. However, luck was not on our side, the truck battery was dead and we were going nowhere fast. Fortunately we had plenty of people around to keep us company during the 2 hour wait for 2 tuk tuk batteries to arrive for a jumpstart. A local man even brought us tea while we waited, not everyone in India is after money, generosity and hospitality can be found in the remotest of places.

At last the truck is on the move and we head off out through the village and on our way. The locals on the other hand had a different idea, as we passed by the local church our friendly tea provider stopped our truck and led us into the church for a quick blessing. We enter the church almost as celebrities, everyone knows we are around now and has come to see. The church is full and a young man stands at the front and sings an Indian hallelujah song, followed by a blessing for each of us from the vicar and a heart warming welcome/farewell message from the head of the village. This was a truly unique experience, something unplanned and simply priceless. We arrive in Visakhapatnam late in the evening, tired and hungry after 12 hours on the road.