In June/July 2010 I spent ten days travelling in Rajasthan, India with friends; this is my diary of the trip (full list of entries here).

Got up at 9.30 and boarded my taxi to the terminal. Cheeky driver actually asked for his tip, but what the heck, he carried my case for me; better than London!

In the airport; bit of an anticlimax now it's all over; found an Internet kiosk and caught up on ten days' worth of e-mail (it's much clearer when you see it all together how pointless 95% of it is). Gave the last five minutes of my time to an American chap anxious to close a deal...

Flight to London took off dead on time and served an excellent curry half way through. My reaction to the slight turbulence over Russia (wheee! isn't this exciting; look at all these people looking queasy) led me to believe I was a little out of it, probably a combination of jet lag and being cooler than I'd been for a week.

Landed Heathrow after 7.5 hours (ahead of time!). Took three hours to get back to Oxford, what with being at the back of the plane, hundreds of French schoolgirls in front of me at the E.U. passport control lane (why can't we have a British lane? Or does asking that make me a racist?), and getting across Oxford from the coach stop.

Collapse into bed and work in the morning; it's a hard life.

Note to my loyal readers
Sorry it's taken so long to write this all up. I'm a lazy busy man, you know. Expect to read about 2012's holiday some time during 2014, and a very Merry Christmas to you all.