I have a habit of getting into cars with strange men. And despite what your mother may have told you about such activities, I’ve had…
Pottering through a lively marketplace in the lakeside Indian town of Pushkar, I was seized around the elbow by the firm grip of a wily…
The noise, the chaotic traffic that felt like a death-sentence every time I attempted to cross the road, the perpetually-burning incense: for me, India was…
I was sitting in the red sand of the desert not far from the border of Pakistan and India. All I could see in front…
My stay in Rajasthan’s Royal City of Udaipur was intended to be a Lonely Planet special: accommodation, eating and sightseeing all planned out by an…
The holy river was choked with garbage. Mounds of single-use cups and plastic bags swam alongside shimmering gold fabric and clumps of human hair. On…
White tourists in India. They really don’t do much good do they? Beside reading copious amounts of Shantaram, having dreadlocks and an talking about “finding…
Be careful in Delhi, my friends had warned me about my impending trip to India, knowing my gullibility as well as they knew my propensity…
I’ve got this aesthetically-gifted friend, Leggie Blonde. She’s the kind of girl you’d bring along to India as travel insurance; the type who’d fetch you…
Varanasi: considered one of the oldest surviving cities of the world and a place not to be missed if you’re spiritually inclined (or so they…
My introduction to what is renowned as one of India’s poorest cities was typically Indian, and the car trip from the airport was typically heartbreaking….
Since I first started pressing my naked body against other naked men – which, for the record was around five years ago and far before…
