Arriving at Delhi airport, you think 'this aint so bad, palm trees,aircon, people smiling and clean. how lovely is India' LIES!!! As soon asyou leave the airport Delhi turns into a twisted mangle of dirt, dust, smells,noise and unfinished buildings. We leave the relative safety of our hotel on the main bazaar looking for food, walk down a sketchy street, feeling a little un-easy we jump into the nearest resturant. it turns out it maybe the most expensive in Delhi. £25 later we would have got more our money on Brick Lane.

From Delhi we head to Jaiper (The Pink City or The Salmon City as rach calls it) for Diwali. Again not the cleanest of places. With lots of firework going off (sounding like gunfire) in celebration. We peek out of our hotel window curtains feeling like we're in Baghdad, rach especially as she prentending to be Carrie of Homelands with her head scarf, I don't want to be Sol.

After we head to Bikenar for a night, another reason to appriciate the British refuge collection system.

Then its off to Jaisalmer. Nice place, cleaner and calmer. Have a camel ride out to the sand dunes and sleep under the stars. However I suffer from some saddle sore while at the same time experiecing some good old fashioned delhi belly!

From Jaisalmer wego to Jodpur a place only worth mentioning to saynot to go there, foul is the adjective I would use.

Now sitting on a roof top terrace having breakfast looking over Udaiper's lake which is very nice.

Oh, it is worth mentioning that throughout our trip we have been driven by the indian equivalent of Manuel from Fawlty Towers, a complete idiot that is constantly getting lost and then pretending he purposely made a detour to show us a special tree or something. He has broken downand charged us a load for our extra stop in Udaiper. Rach is for ever tapping me andmouthing 'lies, lies, lies, the web of lies. His name is Bobbybut we call him Billy Bull...