Looooong journey home
After our three months trip around India, we (me and my girlfriend) thought it would be nice to travel in a little luxury to get back to Mumbai from Udaipur (14 hour journey).
So, we chose to get ourselves an air-conditioned coach with free blankets. This sounded great becuase all the other coaches had been dry, sweaty, stinky, vomity and such... So at the very beginning of the Monsoon season we were already pissed through and wet and just wanting to get to Mumbai were we could change our tickets at the airport.

Turns out,the coach was shit, the air conditioning was shit - it was fookin freezing and the vents kept dripping freezing water onto us.
We didn't even get the blankets! So we were sat, damp and freezing in India!
The driver was driving like a maniac through the clouds of intense rain (he couldn't see five yards in front of him and was still driving at about 60mph)...

We finally arrive in Mumbai (to be greeted by even heavier, warmer rains...)

As we jumped off the Coach (cold and wet), we stepped into the warm rain and was immediately set-upon by extremely eager rikshaw drivers, who ripped our rucksacks from our backs. One of the guys absolutely stank of alcohol and there was no way he was driving me and my girlfriend through the chaotic streets of mumbai in that weather. But he was relentless and only when I got him in a thumb-lock and my girlfriend threatened him with her umbrella, did he back down. We were very tired, angry, damp and my girlfriend was close to tears... We ended up arguing as we climbed into a slightly safer rikshaw and was then ripped off as he took us to the airport.

Then we spent about four hours waiting in the airport (our only pleasure was sneaking out for a sneaky joint - due to remembering we still had some green in our bags, which we quickly smoked).
But we had to throw the stuff away as a guard with a machine gun started to get suspicious!
We then hopped on a flight to Saudi Arabia and waited about five hours....

We noticed the airport had a bar! But we had very little money left and each pint cost a fiver or something ridiculous. That is where we then met up with cockney Dave. A cool as fuck geezah, who had over stayed his visa in Indonesia and had barely managed to slip through passport control and was quite happy at the fact he didn't have to pay £1000 fine or a year in some grubby jail. Anyhoo, he buys us loads of pints and thoroughyl tired and drunk we end up on our flight back to heathrow... arrive with a bastard hang over and almost hallucinating through lack of sleep... we neck down some coffee's and realise we have to find our way through the london underground (and take various buses which replaced cancelled tube's)... and then we have to wait another four or five hours before we could get a coach to Liverpool (with the very last of our money!)

Then the coach gets delayed and takes a few hours extra to get there... then we get picked up and taken back (hung-over, high from all the caffeine, jet-lagged, damp, tired, spaced and miserable) to a WELCOME HOME PARTY!!!! Yes, the very last thing we wanted to do was have a bloody party!

So after our 35 hour trip of no sleep etc... we ended up being persuaded to have a rather strong dose of LSD and some intensly strong skunk. Not a good idea.

I think we slept for something like three days afterwards.

How hardcore are we?

Length? Yes it was...
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Fri 8 Sep 2006, 13:46, Reply)