In which we confirm that Joshan is, in fact, Indian.

Some highlights from today:

THE DELHI METRO IS UTTERLY GLORIOUS. As in, an air conditioned haven of cleanliness in an otherwise brutal world. Boris Johnson, take note. Not to mention women only carriages. 

Interestingly enough, we were informed by a passing man that 'London is a diamond, studded in... you know what I mean...' No, no we don't. He hadn't heard of Bradford, the emerald in the belt of the North - much to Helena's distress. 

Size jokes. Funny in every culture. 

Joshan got crushed by the tube doors today, which is punishable by up to 4 years in prison. But he can get away with such foolishness. Because he's Indian.

We saw some cows today. They're allowed to hold up traffic and indulge in PDA here - two things humans aren't allowed to do. 

We went to visit the our centre for next week, where we'll be working with children and young teenagers, some with learning disabilities. They were lovely, and offered us water to drink. Hannah vindicated herself by being the only one to drink it. Bowel updates to follow.

Oh, and did we mention that Joshan is, in fact, Indian?

Some Joshan highlights from today:

Joshan having an Indian flag pinned to his t-shirt by a stranger.

Joshan 'coronation chicken' Chana getting checked out by Indian girls. He's so irresistibly east meets west.

Joshan loudly smelling his money in public. It smells Indian. The smell of home.

Joshan being given some fatherly Indian advice - that his shoulders are 'too skinny for him to have a wife'. 

Holly learning some Hindi

We also thoroughly enjoyed...

Listening to Ryan singing along to Avril Lavigne in an Indian coffee shop.

Helena cracking after two days and chowing down on spaghetti, while Luke ate some chilli and cried. Videos to follow.

Auto-rickshaws creating merry hell in the street.

Becca nearly punching a man who tried to sell her 'a beautiful ring for a beautiful woman'.

Byeeee x x

Indian spaghetti...

YAY FOOD