India is a country of contrasts.

Among the devastation and chaos the gold and whiteness of marble buildings the crowds and loneliness of meditation there is room for something more than just a picture. My friends and I crossed India on planes and bikes. Been to the most expensive castles and cheap five-star hotels. We saw indescribable luxury bordering on rivers of garbage and the poor on the mats. A land of contrasts and madness that you either accept or don't go back to. And there are amazing people there to shiver: some wanted to wrap us around their fingers others drove a stranger in the middle of the night who lost control of the bike and demolished not only the cast-iron fence but also an eyebrow. A beautiful truly clean country with bright rays of light kindness and warmth. I won’t say that I’m ready to go back there again but if you haven’t been buy a ticket and break in there, not forgetting to read the blogs of craftsmen and find yourself a couple of friends you really trust.