Tom to forgot to mention in the last blog that to get to the internet cafe we had to cross a massive road at rush hour, meaning relentless traffic. We braved half of it dodging all variations of motors, but the second half seemed impossible until Tom made a sudden break for it and skipped between the vehicles to the other side leavin a terrified me stranded in the middle of the road! I think he thought i'd follow but the possibility of death by rickshaw over took...

The train was awesome, left at about 10am and arrived at about 7am. The fold out bed was just about long enough for me, both of us slept pretty well apart from a couple blokes who decided to eat curry and turn the lights on at midnight. We left our bags at the station and took one of the many rickshaws into town. We checked in to a grubby hotel and paid 250 rupees ( 2.75 ish) so we had a base for the long day ahead and could have a shower and escape from the heat...

Okay, so the journey went well, flights all on time, boring ass stop over in Bahrain in the cleanest airport in the world. A couple nasty airoplane meals later and we were in India. First panic was our bags weren't on the conveyer belt...we carried on walking then two enthusiastic blokes in uniform had taken them of the belt for us and had spotted us walking through arrivals, are we that obvious?! Next we assumed our taxi was the bloke holding up the board 'Mr. ...