As India was now a country where no one had any money most of the shops were closed despite the notorious pink streets still being contested with traffic.

With the shops offering little in entertainment we decided to go into a government certified textile shop. The staff were incredibly nice and not pushy at all, which is always so refreshing in this very pushy culture. Sipping at a sprite that they brought over for us we had a good gander at the thousands of different fabrics and patterns that they possessed.

After much deliberation, I settled on a material to my liking with which I was going to have a kutar tailored for me. I've never had anything tailored before and for the price of £18 I was excited to see my design come to fruition. For my material I had chosen a light brown cotton that didn't crease which had a fine paisley pattern in black printed all over it - it looked somewhere between the curtains in an old, single woman's bungalow and the patterns you find on long distance coach seats. No one seemed very impressed with my choice but I was sure it would work, just call me Matthew 'Gucci' Bills.

Chelsea settled on a black material with a swirling gold paisley pattern on it. She also got measured and had her preferences noted before we left the shop and were told that our garments would be ready in a short two hours (normally it takes our toast that long to be made)!

With little else left to do we thought we would queue up at a bank and attempt to get some rupees in preparation for Goa. As we are tourist the local people very willingly see us as 'guests' and usher us to the front of the queue. Once inside queues cease to exist and it's an absolute free for all, I had two women in a head lock whilst pinning another to the wall with an out stretched leg - that yoga in Rishikesh has made me an absolute Jedi. The bank manager however refused to serve us as we are not from India - the cheek! Despite protesting heartily and kicking up an appropriate fuss, that got us nowhere, we left with no more money than when we arrived.

Having killed two hours doing nothing other than getting frustrated we went back to collect our new clothes. I was over the moon with mine, I felt the absolute poodle's plums and the shop owners praised the appearance of the finished item, though I doubt very much they would ever criticise a piece that they made. Chelsea also loved her trousers and we left extremely happy indeed.

Later on in the day we went to a restaurant of Khan's suggestion and enjoyed a curry what was slightly hotter than I would have liked. Chelsea did the usual, 'oh-my-god', 'this is the best thing I've eaten in Indian' and 'so goods' that she always does, so you never actually know which meals are her favourite.

Following a brisk walk in the dark to our hotel, we played cards before heading to bed ready for our flight tomorrow. I must admit that I don't think everything will go smoothly as I just have zero faith in the competency of our tourism agency. We will see...