rupees each (expensive morning - not!) and hoped for the best. Now bear in mind that a Vikram seat is about the same width as a Fiesta and there are 2 of them within the thing. There was 3 of us in it to start with, it soon increased to 4 and then yippee there was 8 of us crammed into it! It was awful, not only are you getting gassed out by all the vehicle fumes, it is so cramped its unbelievable, and then to top it all off the driver is some kind of maniac who thinks he’s a bloody formula one driver!!! I have to say that when the Vikram violently braked and veered to one side causing a mass human pile-up in the back; it was at that moment I wished for the first time that I was back at home!!! I was defeated! Dehra Dun had reduced me to a gibbering wreck! Rob wasn’t much better, so when we finally reached our destination and were able to get out of this unfavourable mode of transport we decided there and then that we would just get a taxi up to Mussoorie, we didn’t care how much it was going to cost

we just both knew that we’d had quite enough of public transport over the past couple of days!!! However we needed to get more money before we left the main town as we weren’t sure if the hill town of Mussoorie had any cash points, so Rob bless him said he would go to the cash point and I could wait at the hotel, then we would get a taxi. So off he went, assuring me it was only round the corner, so after an hour you can imagine that I was getting pretty worried as to his whereabouts, there was a million and one things going through my mind! The usual had he been mugged, run over, got lost etc? It seemed like an age since the last time I had seen him and I really didn’t know what to do as I had no idea which direction the bank was. Thankfully after about another 15 minutes he appeared round the corner. I was so relived to see him, he was looking really flustered and then went on to explain that the first two banks were out of order and the third bank had only given him 500 rupees when he had keyed