We've been on R'n'R mode the last couple of days,except of course this brings problems for us. We didnt feel the scorching heat of the Indian sun and after a few hours I noticed Grant had turned into a lobster, so had I. We're not too bad but have had to take it easy. We've met nice people here and have had a good relaxing time. I've got itchy feet as I know there's some real madness waiting for us out there. The trouble is this place is an oasis of peace. Grant ...

We reach the Santana Beach Resort and go to check in. We cant as it's 8.40am and we have to wait until midday. we're pretty tired as we havent slept in about 24 hours. The nice man at the desk says to us that we can go into the restaurant and have a complimentary breakfast while we wait. This being India, I repeat his kind offer to clarify that we can have a complimentary breakfast free of charge while we sit it out. Yes, he tells us emphatically, I repeat the sa...

The flight from Mumbai was about a quarter full, the fruit juice and water were being served, probably to sober up those left on board who had got stuck into the whisky. We arrived at the international/military airport around 7am where the mist was rolling around the greenery of Goa. Customs and Passport control were a simple matter, especially when comparing it to the joys of Dubai. I had chosen Goa for a couple of reasons, 1. to ease Grant gently into India and...

"How are we getting to India?" asked Grant. "On the Flying Curry House". I replied. "Eh?' said Grant. We boarded Air India Flight AI984 at 23.30pm, it was the usual bunfight that we've encountered when people want to get onto any mode of transport along this trip. The first thing that hits you as you enter the plane is the smell of curry. Grant turned to me and went "Ahh, I see". If you like your clothes smelling of curry, you'll love flying on Air India. I'd fo...