I was recently walking around the centre of Delhi where I bumped into a guy from Manchester in England who had been learning Hindi and so we decided to film a short conversation in the language.
On our first evening in Delhi myself and Harald Baldr headed to Paharganj night market in search of our first meal in India together. We found a small outdoor place and sat down to sample some of the dishes and speak to the workers.
Whilst in Delhi my friend Harald Baldr and I decided to head to the Thieve's market in Old Delhi, also known as Chor Bazaar. There we found fake goods and all kinds of friendly people to mingle with.
Karl Rock is a popular foreign Youtuber making videos in India. However from the numerous videos he makes about scams in India it seems that he's trying to imply that his adopted homeland is a nation of scammers and cheats.
Myself and fellow Indian food aficionado Harald Baldr headed to the funfair at the Red Fort in the Indian capitol of Delhi to sample the sights sounds and most importantly the tastes.
The first part of our road trip series in which myself and Harald Baldr rent Royal Enfields and head out into the countryside of Rajasthan to explore this great country. And meet a man with India's greatest hair.
On a hot afternoon in rural Rajasthan myself and Harald Baldr had to cross an infamous mountain path known to locals simply as 'the hill of certain death' due to the high number of Cobra strike fatalities there.
Harald Baldr invited me to accompany him to watch the sunrise over the Indian desert city of Jaipur which he wanted to drone. So at 5 am we left the hotel and set off through dark streets in search of the fort that over looks the city.
It's not easy finding love in India as I recently found out...I saw the woman of my dreams in Jaipur bus station and thought we would build a life together but alas dreams don't always come true.
There we were, myself and Harald Baldr, driving through Rajasthan when we spotted something unseen in Europe since biblical times. I had to stop and investigate and fins out what this contraption was.
Whilst exploring the back alleyways near our hotel, myself and Harald discovered a small gym and decided to go and put some muscle onto our weak and flabby bodies. And best of all it only cost $1.
After driving in Mumbai the trading capitol of India on the country's western coast I decided to head straight to the Thieve's Market in search of interesting antique objects. Join me as I explore the alleyways and backstreet shops.
Myself and Harald, left sleepy Aarambol in northern Goa and instead flew north to the big daddy of India, the wild and sprawling city that never sleeps, Mumbai!!. Join us on the adventure.
We had just arrived in the hustle and bustle of Mumbai and decided that instead of searching online we would hunt for a hotel in the downtown area of the intense city.
I had just arrived in Ahmedabad at 7am after the worst journey of my life from Udaipur when I saw hundreds of men on the street corner. And so I went over and found myself in the street job market.
I have visited all kinds of markets and bazaars on my trip through India and today I discovered an Islamic market situated under a noisy motorway bridge.
Guess whose birthday it was? No not biscuit guy, but my travel partner and trap hunter, Harald Baldr. And so we decided to treat ourselves to a little luxury at Mumbai's greatest mall full of rich people and expensive shops.
I had read a lot about Dharavi, Mumbai's and the world's biggest slum. I had seen videos of the squalor and poverty to be found there but I wanted to go and see another side.
Fed up with Mumbai's traffic congestion I decided to jump onto the commuter train instead and ride it into the centre. Join me on an open door ride with the wind in my er, hair, all the way to the centre of the wonderful city of Mumbai.
They said it couldn't be done. They said no foreigner could learn the ancient secrets of the rickshaw wallah. But they hadn't reckoned on Mr. Bald and his desperation to escape bankruptcy.
Whilst in Mumbai I was told that the old Crawford market was the place to check out and so I set off in search of colonial architecture and market stalls. Join me on my exploration.
As a foreigner in India you are often hassled by beggars but this one was like no other I had ever met. Join me as I try to escape the insane Mr. 100 Rupees who had the persistence and stamina of no other beggar before him.
One month ago, before the cookies and Kingfeemer I flew into Delhi's Indira Gandhi airport to wait for Harald Baldr and begin our trip across the amazing country that is India.
There we were, myself and my blog brother Harald, walking through the Delhi fairground when suddenly in the distance we saw it towering above us. Join me on India's craziest ride where I feared for my life.
Ok guys I want your take on this - Were we scammed? Why did the price suddenly go up? Was it a misunderstanding or a scam? What's your take? I liked him. Jai bhole ki.
I was travelling by bus across India, and so far had found Indian people to be very friendly, so I never expected to be so brutally attacked as I was by the roadside salad sellers of Rajasthan.
This morning I woke early and headed out into the back streets of the Indian city of Jodhpur for a look around and to take in the sounds and smells. Please join me on the tour of the beautiful named Blue city.
In the north of Goa is a secluded beach resort called Arambol which is full of Russian tourists and Russian speaking Indians. I went up there to meet some people and take a look around.
A word of advice to people...If you have been drinking desi daru all day never speak to someone with a camera as it might be put on television or the internet one day and you will have to live with your performance forever.
Bloods, Crips, Cosa Nostra, MS 13, all think they are tough but compared to these guys from Udaipur in India they are nothing. This is what happened when I hung out with India's toughest street gang.
Goa, Agra, Manali...tourists all go to the same old places in India. But I decided to go and see the real India, away from the banana pancakes and cheap hostels. Join me as I explore rural India on a journey to Khumbalgarh fort.
I had just flown back to India to celebrate reaching 50,000 subs but I was soon reminded that in Delhi you can never relax with rickshaw drivers. Fortunately I was experienced enough to know what was happening.
Whilst in Delhi I wanted to go to the now infamous Kingfeemer Bar to once again sample the nations favourite 'funsip' drink. Whilst there I met some interesting locals and helped them with their sexual problems.
I always dreamed of staying at the Lake Palace Hotel in India. Situated in the middle of a lake it seemed like an idyllic spot to spend a night or two and so we decided to swim over and check in.
With the crazy hotel guards and Indian police hot on our tails after our attempted swim to the exclusive Taj Lake Palace Hotel we had to escape the city of Udaipur and seek shelter somewhere or else risk being thrown into an Indian jail.
