We were both a bit nervous about heading to India. We'd heard so many stories about Delhi being awful and not to spend much time there, so we'd planned to only spend 2 nights and then head to Agra. The trip to the airport gave us a clear indication of how bad the fuel situation was, with miles upon miles of queues of taxis, busses and cars; all waiting to try and get some fuel….Hopefully our flight was still going to be leaving (some of the international flig...

Despite James's love of trying to find the right direction by just using his nose, even he admitted defeat with this one and asked the bus driver which way we needed to go to the main square - we knew our guest house was around there… After paying the obligatory $15 per person to enter the old part of the city and armed with a map (of sorts), we wandered through the quiet streets in the general direction of the Durbar square. Quite amazingly, we found our ...

Hoorah! Finally I (James) was confident that I could stray more than 50 yards from a toilet!! Imodium, you beauty (other blocking agents are available). It was time to leave Kathmandu. Although we were lucky enough to have had a fantastic host (Khem at Elbrus Home), we were both 'chomping at the bit' to get out and see some more of Nepal. The idea of a long bus journey west still didn't appeal to either of us, so we cast our eyes east. Khem, bless him, foun...

Ever hopeful that James would wake up this morning feeling better, we woke at 5.30am and quickly worked out that sitting on a bus for the next 10 hours was not the best option. I promptly went downstairs and asked Khem to cancel the bus completely - we would need to rethink our options. The plan had initially been to go to Pokhara and chill for a few days there (3 nights). We were going to meet up with a contact we'd been given by one of James's old custome...

So, last night, the unfortunate happened and James succumbed to some sort of tummy issue (I'll spare you the details), thus delaying our trip to Pokhara. Khem was brilliant and rebooked us on the next bus tomorrow, I emailed the hostel to let them know. All good. As we'd had to get up at 5.30am to sort ourselves out, James spent most of the morning napping while I made good headway on a new book (called 'The Girl in the Picture' about the Vietnam war and the fa...