India, it’s the centre of the world. A land of intense contrasts, and if it wasn’t for Kingfisher beer and chicken bacon we felt we could live there forever.

We took thousands of photos and missed millions of others.

Due to the Jat uprising we missed our train to Shimla, which was a disappointment. Jats are fierce and lawless, and when they fight they don’t care if they live or die. So we opted for Mussoorie instead, where we found people more chilled out and mellow than any others we had met in India. The mountain air must do that for them.

In ten days and 3000 kilometres we never even scratched the surface.