Day 177. Mumbai, India. It's fun to stay at the....

Greeted at a hot and stick airport by Steve and Sarah who'd landed just ahead of us. A quick team hug and we were in the back of one of the world's smallest cabs on the way to the YWCA.

Two things told us it was past midnight as we drove through the dark and dingy streets of Mumbai: The astonishing number of people sleeping rough, and - more worryingly - the fact that our driver obviously couldn't wait to be in a similarly vegetative state.

Sensing the alarming drowsiness of our man at the wheel, Steve attempted to engage him with some chit chat. Not sure either of them knew a word the other was saying, but it seemed to do the trick and provided some amusement for the three passengers squeezed into the back seat.

No booze allowed at our God-fearing digs of course, so we toasted the reunion with a few clandestine duty free vodkas in the bedroom.