Jonny here. Yes, after a rather long and lazy abscence I have decided to continue with the old blogalog-job. I’m currently sitting in an internet cafe in deepest, darkest Laos but before I tell you about the present I shall take you back to late July and the last week in our Delhi lodgings. After my triumphant return from circumnavigating India’s railways (The Overland Chapati Express), we (Kat and I) spent a few days sorting things out in Delhi before setting off again. This included an exquisite afternoon tea sesh at the Imperial hotel, as well as roof-top drinking japes with the Hauz Khas crew:
After emotional farewells we made our way south towards Mumbai, but first stopping off for a couple of days to visit the mysterious Ajanta and Elora caves. These are a collection of ancient Buddhist and Hindu temples, painstakingly carved into the rock-face. Many of them remained undiscovered for hundreds of years, until a British hunting party chanced upon them during the Raj. In the above photo, Katherine reconstructs the facial reaction of those noble explorers after laying eyes upon centuries-forgotten wonders. 
After the caves we jollied on down to Mumbai for a few days. We spent a lot of time stuffing ourselves with some of the nicest food we’ve had in all of India, but also managed to visit the carnivalesque food fest of Chowpatty beach. More like Chow-PARTY! I also did a walking tour of Mumbai’s largest slum, as featured in Slumdog Millionaire, which was surprisingly rather uplifting – 1 million people living in an area the size of Hyde Park, but they seemed to be merry, enterprising and getting along just swell.
We stayed in one of the surrealest guest houses yet experienced – as well as the usual collection of men living in Indian hotel receptions, this one included a man seated in the reception wearing dark glasses said “good morning sir” at all times of day every time anyone approached. On the way to and from our room we had to step over an elderly woman, crouching down chopping vegetables and attending to a small burner (she appeared to have nothing to do with the hotel). After about 10pm our room was locked off from the rest of the hotel by a gate with a small padlock, which we had to unlock if we needed the toilet.
Finally, four people warned us to keep our door locked at night as ‘men will sleep in the hall outside, and sometimes try to come in your room’ – luckily this never happened. It was in this guest house, in between monsoon downpours, that we wallowed in (fingers crossed) our last major bouts of Delhi-belly before leaving India… Wahaay! From Mumbai we jetted off to Kuala Lumpur to continue the adventure. Details of the South East Asian extravaganza tour to follow shortly…
Poppajon
Raj-Mahaly
HOBOS ON TOUR: to India and beyond 
