We left Jaipur in a pair of Jeeps and we knew we were heading in to the rural villages of India. We travelled along roads that were so narrow we struggled to pass oncoming bicycles and there were potholes that could be mistaken for dried up village ponds. One of our jeeps got a puncture but there appears to be a 'garage' in every village no matter how small it is, while we waited we entertained children from the local school, my juggling with anything that I ca...

Jaipur, known as The Pink City because it was painted pink for the arrival of Prince Albert in 1853 and many building owners have kept the colour to this day. We arrived by a barely working bus and entered the city through scenic hills, inside there was the usual traffic chaos we have become used to and then passed the serene palace of the Rajasthan Royal family and their polo pitch. Our hotel had a rooftop terrace we could watch the sunset and peer in to neigh...

We departed Delhi before sunrise for our first experience of the famous Indian railway Agra bound. With Imodium by new best friend I fought the need to try the Indian long drop toilets on the train and instead pebble dashed at our hotel for the night. We begin our tour at Agra Fort where the Mughal Emporer Shah Jahan who built the Taj Mahal was imprisoned by his own son. It is a beautiful palace with rooms of white marble inlaid with precious stones that are bl...

So we begin... After what feels like years of saving, planning and day dreaming of exotic destinations we have arrived in New Delhi. We had read the airport can be mayhem but it was the simplest and most peaceful entry to a country I have ever had! Outside the pavements are clean, the grass is neatly cut and the sun is shinning on a beautiful Indian summers day. We climb in to our prearranged taxi which has seen better days and we join a large entry road city cen...