If you've ever tried to fly out of Nepal you'll understand just how confusing Kathmandu Airport is. To get in to the terminal building you have to prove you have a flight booked (or wave a passport at the guard). Then you have to get all your luggage x-rayed and get frisked - all this before you even attempt to find which desk you should check in at, which is a difficult task given that there are no signs to tell you where to go. Eventually you manage to check in...

A journey from hell doesn't even begin to describe the route from India into Nepal: a 5 hour train from Varanasi to Gorakhpur (the last Indian town on the train line) got us in at 11pm only to find that we couldn't get a hotel room for the night and a few hours in the 'A.C' waiting room until first light would be our only option. We followed this up with a 3 hour bus to the border, setting off at 5am, which annoyingly involved a group of people hawking the servic...

Hello All. So far it seems that Alan has written these blogs with intent to make me a laughing stock! Well, enough of that. This entry will obviously be a far more balanced account of our time in Agra and Varanasi! So, last we wrote we were leaving Jaipur and heading to Agra. Once again the Indian rail network got the job done, although rather disapointingly there was no breakfast this time (though the Chaiwala kept Alan entertained for most of the trip). We we...

If you've ever been to India, or indeed any traveller hotspot in these parts, you'll know that invariably they are full of auto-rickshaws (tuc tucs) and that you get constantly hassled by the people driving them. No matter how short your desired trip on foot might be, they will harass you trying to get a few rupees from your pocket to go anywhere. Well, the one time we actually wanted to take one of these things to get back to our hotel on a swealtering day, Kate...

Hello All, or should we say Namaste. We've been in India for a week now so thought it was time to update you on our adventures so far. Our arrival into Delhi last week seemed fairly tame and not at all as manic as we'd both envisioned. That was until we stepped out of the airport and into the hands of Siva (our driver, though apparently also a Hindu god). He drove us to our hotel, which was in a hectic market area. The harsh realities of India hit at this poin...