You never quite know what to expect when travelling through India – Rosie Fellows tells 999today what can happen when a group of three girls take a trip to the World's second most populated country...

Ranakpur:

Incredibly beautiful Jungle Book-esque temples and monkeys-a-plenty, but generally uneventful, aside from near death experiences on unlit roads with plunging cliff faces.

Udaipur:

Where do we start? Known for the James Bond film 'Octopussy', we weren't necessarily expecting to meet our own wannabe Casanova's in the form of 'Shanu', 'Pushkar' and 'Jemes'. After somehow getting carried away chatting to a local restaurant owner and his tuk-tuk driving friends, they tried very hard to romance us (to no avail) on a roof top overlooking the lake with vodka, peculiar Indian drugs and 'Indian poker' (this just involves lots of cheating!).

Inebriated attempts at native Indian dancing were soon followed by our drunken professions of general love – a big mistake. Shanu and company decided that we were suitable brides and the nightmare began...

2am on our last night in Udaipur, and having failed to provide our new 'friends' with anything aside from steady vodka bolting, they changed tactics and suddenly we're locked in the restaurant by the devoted fellows. We had to be rescued by our tour leader, and are relieved to be leaving the next day and laugh off their promises to come to Pushkar to see us (9 hours away...)

Pushkar:

A beautiful place - I'm sure we would have had lots more fun if we weren't absolutely terrified by 'Jemes' and 'Pushkar' who had travelled after us. They proceeded to follow us around the city, declaring love and begging us to meet them at the Brahma temple.

They certainly hadn't put a lot of work into their romancing technique though: ''If you love, so come, if you not love, so not come''. Apparently: ''Indian boy have big heart, he only love one time and he has chosen...''

Needless to say, we declined their offer! As we clearly had to give the Brahma temple a miss there was little else to see.

We were accosted by a riverside priest who blessed us and our family enthusiastically, and then demanded 10,000 rupees for the service and a small piece of red thread. He appeared very upset when his demands weren't quite met to the standard he had outlined, so we all left rather swiftly.

Jaipur:

Blissfully uneventful, but we located some drinkable red wine with immense relief and minced around sightseeing and arguing with sellers in the silver markets.

Bharatpur:

The first swimming pool we'd had access to appeared so everyone was wildly excited... until we discovered: it didn't have a filter, you couldn't see your feet whilst standing at waist depth, and apparently it was home to a wide range of water dwelling insects. Possibly fish as well.

Although impressed with the combination of a pool and garden pond, none of us stayed in long.

Agra:

We decided sunset and the Taj Mahal were the order of the day, so trotted off with backpacks ahoy and cameras at the ready, managing to put the other tourists to shame with our constant 'pic posing'.

After soaking up the atmosphere, which was even more breathtaking than we'd been led to expect, we dragged ourselves away from our cameras and collapsed to wait for the others, who were being engaged in conversation by a random local with the standard ''which country?'' questions we had grown tired of.

In fact, we were so bored of this game we had begun to invent things. That evening we were Jamaican dancers (and the offspring of rum makers / banana farmers), although this backfired slightly when asked for a demonstration...

Taking to the challenge, our freedom dancing impressed the gentleman no end. The beauty began in earnest, but soon we could not resist adding our infamous 'Penguin Dance' routine. Clearly no self respecting wanderer could deny us and we got into position.

By the time we'd finished and sat down we had attracted a 300 strong crowd sitting round us at the entrance to one of the 7 Wonders of the World - clapping in time, finishing with a standing ovation and demanding encores.

Clearly we're destined for great things, and we were delighted when the original gentleman asked if this was our dance for the Jamaican national anthem...ahem...we shamefully answered yes. Potentially we're responsible for the wild misconceptions of this poor man, who happened to be a History lecturer. We can only hope he doesn't pass the experience on to his students.

Travelling through India was a real experience. You can't predict what will happen, but be prepared for an adventure.

The article The Indian Inquisition originally appeared on 999 Today