Buttock bruising buses and chock-a-block trains take Mark on a farcical journey around India. Along the way, he sees the awful, the absurd, and the awesome.
He travels over Himalayan mountains, across Rajasthani deserts, and through Keralan rainforests; via super cities like Mumbai and Delhi, sacred sites like Rishikesh and Varanasi, and scenic spots like Palolem and Hampi.
He visits Octopussy's Palace, the cult of The Mother, and the Dalai Lama's house. The Taj Mahal too, obviously. He encounters randy perverts, mystical madmen, and armed mustachios. Even a hole-headed zombie.
He witnesses the barbecuing of bodies beside the Ganges, and Indian and Pakistani soldiers facing off in a Run DMC showdown. He experiences temporary insanity after consuming bhang, and testicular torment doing yoga in skinny jeans.
And it all begins with an ill-fated venture to walk across India...in flip flops.
He travels over Himalayan mountains, across Rajasthani deserts, and through Keralan rainforests; via super cities like Mumbai and Delhi, sacred sites like Rishikesh and Varanasi, and scenic spots like Palolem and Hampi.
He visits Octopussy's Palace, the cult of The Mother, and the Dalai Lama's house. The Taj Mahal too, obviously. He encounters randy perverts, mystical madmen, and armed mustachios. Even a hole-headed zombie.
He witnesses the barbecuing of bodies beside the Ganges, and Indian and Pakistani soldiers facing off in a Run DMC showdown. He experiences temporary insanity after consuming bhang, and testicular torment doing yoga in skinny jeans.
And it all begins with an ill-fated venture to walk across India...in flip flops.
