2007-03-22 - 5:38 a.m.

Mumbai, India.

Arrived last night at 2a.m. in a blaze of, well, tiredness. Staying (at not my expense I hasten to add) in what is allegedly the most expensive hotel in India, so the least I could do was gun two beers in their g-awful nightclub (It's RAVE NIGHT, the DJ yells to a bunch of white sales reps on the lookout for hookers as he lines up another Shakira track) before retiring.

Emerged smiling this morning after the most civilised, white-gloved served breakfast I can imagine, and now off to explore the city including Ghandi's home, where I fully intend to use the line, "Well, wherever I lay Mahatma..."