I already knew where i was going to stay in Varanassi, Yogi Lodge. I was able to get a rickshaw with minimal hassle and was soon on my way. The hostel was situated a 5 minute walk away from the main entrance to the Ganges and the Ghats, in an arear known as Godaulia. Hidden within a maze of alleyways and surrounded by buildings, that to the western eye, looked very similair to one another. I would get heavily lost on two seperate occasions in the next few day...

The first few hours in Kolkata had m instantly falling back in love with India, i checked into my guesthouse and went for a walk. The intense differing aromas (some not pleasant), the sounds, the wind-down from the hustle and bustle of the day gone by, the locals roaming the street and the ever present sleeping road blocks (cows; had all combined to instantly relight my love for India. I was back in the country whose people, traditions and way of life, i'd firs...

The bus left at about 11am and would take about 5 hours to reach the highlands.So I purchased a 442 for the journey and caught up on some footy news.The journey was fairly relaxed until we arrived at the base of the highlands, the narrow winding roads lay ahead and the bus driver was soon in his element.Tackling the corners with the ferociousness of Colin McCrae, unfortunately without the rallying technology behind him, we as passengers were sent sliding across o...

After the trip back to KL, I checked back into the hostel and nestled down for the night.I was shattered and needed to be up early the next day to collect my Visa for India.But again, there was some information that I wasn't given.I was supposed to fly to Kolkata the following day and reached the Visa office for around 10am.I handed over the cash (RM100) and was expecting to receive the Visa form in my passport when I was told 'thank you sah, you're passport will...

In order to get to Pulau Tioman, I had to first get a bus to Mersing.The ride to Mersing was painful, painful in the sense that I was hoping to fall asleep to a DVD but instead was kept awake by the WWF be played on the telly.The Malaysian guys on the bus, men of 35+, where as eager for the 'sport' as I was at the age of 10.Hooting and clapping at the screen; it was a painful journey.I was supposed to arrive in Mersing at 8.30am, in time for the ferry at 9.30am.B...