Three o’clock. Middle of the night. I’m sneaking through our little room and hoping not to wake up Joerg. To keep the noise of the cars outside I closed the window, but that doesn’t help much. We are in India.

Actually I never wanted to go to India. Actually I really hate large crowds of people. India is actually not even on our route and actually things never turn out the way you expect them to. As we have spent a lot of time on the Balkans and got lost in Iran we had to figure out a plan for the winter. Spending wintertime in Mongolia and Siberia just didn’t seem to be the right option for us. So Ann-Katrin offered to buy an Enfield for me if we could go to India. As we were going to Nepal to do the Annapurna anyway ,this was actually a quite good option for us. To be honest: the conversation was done when the word Enfield was spoken.