Majuli After boarding a bus from Kaziranga to Jorhat we arrive at the ferry port to take us to Majuli, once the worlds biggest river island. We get dropped off at la Maison de Ananda, bamboo bungalows surrounded by rice fields. We soak up the convivial feel to the island and settle in straight away. Our host Monjit was attentive, informative and generally a great guy. We arrived just before sunset so we made our way to the river to watch the sky transform into...

Our jeep from Cherrapunjee turned into an unanticipated, eventful journey. Firstly our driver was slapped around the face by a traffic officer for not obeying the traffic laws. Another swift reminder that this is NOT England, but India, where apparently being b**** slapped is completely normal for running a red light. The next turn of events leads us to a hold up on the motorway. Finding out, (through translated Hindi from another passenger) that the civilians in...

Cherrapunjee, officially titled the 'rainiest place on planet earth'. We arrive early evening and check into 'by the way' hostel. A simply designed place that's clean, well located, but best of all has a host, Heprit, who has the looks of Damien Marley, the wisdom of a Khasi elder and the laugh of Buddha. That night we talk politics and the environment over dinner with Tom, a Canadian writer who is also staying at the hostel. Hearing a commotion outside of the re...

Guwahati started off for us, like many of our trips in Myanmar, at 4 o'clock in the morning. We jump on a rickshaw, after deliberating over a cuppa with some locals where this hostel was, we rode off into the night assuming we were in capable hands...and feet I guess. 2 hours later, a few lost items, and a multitude of wrong turns, we at last arrive at Sunderban guesthouse. Nicely bathed in the lukewarm bucket water and a healthy amount of sleep we set about our...

We arrive in Kalimpong along the winding roads of the cliffs precipice, with the view of the Kanchenjunga still insight as we ascend. We check in to Sherpa lodge overlooking the village sports arena. We wrap up warm, being winter and 1700 metres from sea level and venture out to find ourselves a good old cup of tea. As we were wondering around the small village that once belonged to Bhutan, we were called over by an Indian lady. She invited us into her home/ home...