Beware The Monkey Muggers!

Tour of South India – Mumbai and Goa

No, that's fine, you finish it. Thief.

I finally left the hell hole of Delhi, before losing my sanity, although not without more hassle; this time a long delay to my flight. Never mind, I’m sure this is a one-off, I thought. Surely there is nowhere in India that sharply demonstrates the chasm between rich and poor than Mumbai, optimistically referred to as ‘India’s Big Apple’. In your dreams. Rotten apple, more like. 55% of the population live in slums and that doesn’t take into account those who live on the streets. Having said that, it is still an improvement on Delhi, being slightly less hectic and with some interesting colonial architecture.

Not that I saw much of it, as I was still suffering from Delhi Belly and finding walking too much of an exertion, Continue reading

Deadly Driving & Dirt: Welcome To Delhi

Delhi traffic (off peak)

So I finally packed up my stuff and put it into storage as I embark on my sabbatical. Well deserved time off work in my biased opinion! But not before being ripped off my a Heathrow airport taxi driver on the way to my overnight hotel stay and early morning flight. He even had the nerve to short change me and then claim that he didn’t have any change! I went mental, to put it bluntly! No-one messes with Stewie… Unless I’m in a foreign country and don’t notice, of course. Lots of people do that.

After a seemingly endless flight via Doha, the last thing that my sore eyes needed to see was the truly hideous carpet that welcomes passengers to Delhi airport. It looks like one of those Magic Eye pictures stretching into the distance and I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be seeing 3D images popping out from ‘beyond’ the yellow and brown shapes. Continue reading

Huey, Louie and Stewie

Around the World Trip – USA (part 3)

No, unfortunately, the title doesn’t mean I met Donald Duck’s nephews… Next stop after a mere 17 hour train journey was Kansas City, a town with little options for budget accommodation. Never mind I thought, at least I can take advantage of my own hotel room and catch up on some sleep. WRONG! There was essential roof maintenance meaning lots of banging, drilling etc. The people in KC seem a little strange. Firstly, the receptionist asked me if one room key would be enough (huh?!) and then told me there was a package for me (it was addressed to someone with the surname Brittain and she remembered I had Britain on my passport – oh dear!). When I went out for pizza the waitress said “Aaah” when I spoke. They really do like my accent here, should be interesting tonight, I thought. WRONG! Continue reading

Hot Dog, Jumping Frog…

Seals in San Francisco. God, they smelt so bad

Around The World Trip: USA (part 2)

Next stop was San Francisco, after a long train journey in which I had to endure a bloke hocking back the snot in his nose every 15 minutes, before an icy cold stare from myself seemed to dry up all of his mucus-related problems in one hit. Who needs Tunes? On ‘de-training’ in SF the same man said to me “Like your hat”, referring to my tatty baseball cap. Too late for niceties you suck-up. Eew, disgusting habit

After struggling up the hills on arrival, past the many beggars asking for change (my response: “Real change comes from within”) and wondering if my hostel, being in between the Tenderloin and Nob Hill areas, was in the Tender Nob district (it wasn’t), the first thing I did was a tour of the city which was a good way to get my bearings and see the posh area of Pacific Heights, the trendy area of Haight/Ashbury, the Castro (not a Cuban community, but the gay district – I wore an all in one rainbow outfit for the occasion), not forgetting the Golden Gate Bridge and Park, the Palace of Fine Arts, Chinatown and Little Italy (every city has these!) and capping it all off with a view of the city from atop Twin Peaks. Continue reading

Californian Culturalization

Around The World Trip: USA (part 1)

Americans – don’t ya just love ’em? After the bad weather and less than tourist-friendly attitude in the Cook Islands (someone told me that a between islands flight they were on was delayed because the pilot was having his lunch!), I’m now in the home of mass consumerism, starting with Los Angeles, which translates as ‘The Smog’ if my Spanish is up to scratch.

While I’m venting my spleen… what is the point of those stupid US visa entry forms?! My own favourite questions were:

‘Are you seeking entry to engage in criminal or immoral activities?’ Well, hopefully in Las Vegas; and

‘Have you ever or are you now involved in terrorist activities or genocide?’ So if you state ‘No’ and they find out that you are a war criminal, are they then going to say: ‘Not only have you killed all those people, but you sir ARE A LIAR!’ Pointless. Continue reading

Groundhog Day

The Cook Islands parliament building. Honestly.

Around The World Trip: Cook Islands 

Continuing the theme of me going to areas soon after natural disasters (last visited in Thailand), the last week has seen me on the island of Rarotonga, one of the 15 (spread over 2 million sq. km!) that make up the Cook Islands which have just endured 5 cyclones. Despite the name, these are not the preferred destinations of celebrity chefs. I asked but none of the locals claimed to have heard of Jamie Oliver or Ainsley Harriot.

The flight here crossed the International Date Line which isn’t a premium rate phone service for lonely travellers as you may think, but is in fact the point at which the date changes. Confused? As someone who kept forgetting that there is a big time difference between here and back home, I found this a strange thing to go through. My flight from Fiji left at 10pm on the Saturday and arrived at 3.15am… on the same Saturday. As such, it’s my first experience of time travel, not helped by the airhead (get it?) stewardesses insisting it was Friday when we arrived, confusing me even more. They needed a break I think. Continue reading

Men In Skirts

Around The World Trip: Fiji

Initially I found the 20 degree increase in temperature from NZ as a bit of a shock as I arrived in Nadi (pronounced Nandi for some reason). I was met at the airport by locals shouting what sounded like “EBOLA!” Worried that they were warning me about a plague of the deadly disease, I was about to turn back before realising that they were, in fact, welcoming me with the Fijian greeting of “BULA!” Oh… Bula back. After a brief wander around it soon became apparent that this was a country with the most number of blokes in skirts outside of a Scottish Highland Games. No wonder many of them seem to be big fans of the sarong-wearing mincer, David Beckham. But hey, I wasn’t going to say anything negative. They must rest their babies on beds of compost for them to grow into such big men. There was just enough time for a few beers on the first evening, so I caught a taxi to Ed’s Bar with some fellow travellers. And it was certainly an unusual taxi – stereo volume on 11 and more flashing lights than the actual bar itself! Other than that, an uneventful night. Continue reading