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...

We got through customs and passport control at about 5.15 am and to the hotel at 5.30. We'd booked the place for that night and so needed to check in.They creamed us and charged us for 2 nights, Thanks Ibis, we wont be using your services ever again. We got up about 11.30 and as suggested we went to Ravi Restaurant. A very down to earth Pakistani restaurant and a bit of a novelty for the locals. Still, the grub was great and we filled our boots for five pounds ea...

We arrived into Dubai at 2.15am, we were bleary eyed and sceptical of what lay ahead. The endless walk off the plane led us into the Arrivals hall. And very fulll it was with hundreds and hundreds of people queueing. Dubai holds 59 world Records said the billboard by passport control, but it took us an hour before we could actually read the sign. Those of you that have been here will know what comes next. The chaps manning the passport desks have the utmost power...

We had everything sorted, we'd checked out and booked the shuttlebus to the Sabiha Gokcen Airport. We had a couple of hours to kill so visited our mate Mustapha at Kosk Cafe who had kept us fed & watered during our stay. Back to Rundown Town to pick up some knick knackeries for the folks back home. We then waited for the shuttlebus, it was a bit late we were told as the roads were a nightmare. The bus finally came and we were the last to board. As we shuffled...