Arriving in Aurangabad at 1.30 in the afternoon we left the station concours amid a crowd of Indian faces - standing out a little with our backpacks and pale skin, but causing little more than a ripple, until we stood outside. Immediately we were besieged by tuk tuk drivers "where you wanna go? " was ringing in our ears as we smugly dismissed each one - pointing out that our hotel was next to the station. John frequently telling the persistent tuk tuk drivers tha...

This morning John and I were up before dawn slogging along the Mumbai pavements, complete with backpacks and day packs. By 5am we were on the road to the station for our train to Aurangabhad, negotiating sleeping bodies and waking the local canines who announced our presence with a rousing woof- round. Fortunately it's only a 5 minute walk to the CST station( the famous Chivrapati Shivaji terminus) from the Travellers inn, a journey made easier by the absence of ...

Well it's now four days since the last blog, and we have had a very eventful time. As some of you will already know, on Saturday, my birthday, I managed to dislodge the crown on my front tooth whilst gnawing on a piece of sugar cane. 4.50pm on a Saturday is not the best time to do that in any country, but at least in Mumbai there was a solitary dentist open. In fear of having to spend the weekend without a front tooth, and looking like Worzel Gummidge (the TV sca...

Can't believe it's Friday already, and we are on day four in India. Where shall I start - well maybe at the beginning. We arrived courtesy of Jet Airways on Tuesday morning to a spookily quiet and serene arrivals area. No relatives waving placards or taxi drivers touting for trade. We usually stop in the airport for a coffee to give us chance to look round and suss out the systems etc, but this time we didn't need too as there was no one about to "mug us". Has t...