Part 2: little India.... After a bit of a restless nights sleep, thanks to a German mans snores and late night escapades. He was making so much noise with out much consideration for anyone else in the dorm, smartly dressing and spraying on swathes of cheap aftershave, fixing himself up in the mirror, and making vain like adjustments to his hair. (It wasn't hard to guess where he was heading) Especially after he returned in just over an hour, only to fall inst...

Part 1: On my way... The days leading up to my departure were the usual mad dash and scramble to ready all my paperwork and insurance and anything else I cared to remember for the journey - then there was the small problem of my packing to navigate. I guess deep down, it still had not actually sunk in that I was really going, and all this delaying was my subconscious mind trying to tell me something. 'Where do you think you are going? Who are you trying to ki...