Visiting India was always a when and never an if for me. I have travelled for as long as I can remember and while in my personal life I often cling to the peace and quiet there was something about its pandemonium that always appealed to me. Our journey began in Punjab or, more accurately, around 4AM bleary eyed and jetlagged at the Golden Temple. A rickshaw took us through winding streets until we finally arrived at the gates. The intricate detail and magnificent colour was like something from a dream. This dream only continued through the rest of Punjab. Street side stalls packed with every fruit and vegetable imaginable, winding roads towards the Himalayas where monkeys, cows, camels and buffalo all plodded along beside us. We soon swapped mountains for desert as we headed to Rajasthan. Cities like Jodhpur, Jaisalmer and Udaipur had long called my name and they didn't disappoint. Jodhpur with its beautiful blue buildings and vibrant market square, Jaisalmer with a fortress that feels like time forgot and Udaipur’s magnificent connecting lakes.