Overheating and gasping for water - surely we were back in India, but no... We were still on board a hot, stuffy plane at Heathrow that was delayed because of snow. Five and half hours of waiting on board and we finally got the all clear to taxi to the runway - and then the pilot spotted ice on the wings and the flight was cancelled. By 3am on Monday morning (UK time) we should have been arriving in Delhi but instead we were heading to a nearby hotel courtesy ...

That's it. We've done it. Our first batch of flights are booked and there's no turning back. Hurrah! This time next year we'll be the furthest away from home we've ever been - in sweet-as New Zealand. We'll get there via India, South East Asia and East Coast Oz. And -all going to plan - a hop, skip and a jump across South America will then lead us back home to reality in Twickenham, London. Both of us have rarely stepped foot outside Europe, so it's a bit daunti...