Nepal, sickness and fully sick views

After 4 days being ill with some type of food related complaint and the need to journey on a bus for 7 hours from Kathmandu to Pokhara the seeds were sown to what has become one of the finest bets in history.

The task:
Completing the above mentioned bus journey, 7 hours, without leaving the bus while being into the 5th day of food poisoning.

The bet:
My face being tattooed on Macca's chest.

The result:
The most uncomfortable bus journey I have yet endured, but one successful trip fueled by pure determination.

Mumbai

Landing in Mumbai wasn't as confronting as I'd hyped myself up to think it was. Although having no money and no ATM was interesting for the touts trying to rip me off.
After a couple of days I thought I'd finally mastered the infamous Mumbai rail system when I ran for my departing train and jumped on as it was moving at a decent pace. After catching it - and my breath - my personal delight was instantly turned to public shame as I had managed to jump onto the 'women only' carriage. Uncomfortable smiles all round.