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Published: March 22nd 2011
Due to my booking error the night bus was the only way to Udaipur. This was to be the worst journey of my life. The bus was old and dirty; the suspension was non existent on pot-holed roads; locals who did not seem to care it was the middle of the night; iPod running out of battery and a complete lack of English. At one point I thought I was going in the opposite direction. 8 hours of hell. The on...
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chris
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where's the photo evidence
You've taken hundreds of pictures but none of Caroline - best left to the narrative eh. You'll be pleased to know that England got hammered in Dublin. I went to witness the massacre and it took me back to 1993 when the same thing happened. Guts ok though which I hope holds true for you. Just remember - it takes a brave man to fart in India!!