Delayed in Delhi.

You know you’re culturally out of your depth, when you’re waiting for a man to stop defecating in front of you, staring you in the eye and actually smiling, before you can check into your hotel. Strangely that titbit of local knowledge hadn’t been made clear to me as I arrived in Delhi, and thumbing…

Under The Northern Lights

As I’m sure every one of you can testify, it’s hard work juggling a metre long live cod at four in the morning with frozen hands, when your wellington boots are three sizes too big, and the boat deck you’re swaying on loses all its lighting and your glasses have fallen into a mop bucket….