I arrive in Delhi at 7am just before the city wakes up to a flurry of haphazard traffic and relentless beeping of horns. I then brave the street vendor food stalls and get a chai and deep fried bread and lentils dish for ten rupees! What a bargain!

However, no Delhi belly just yet - touch wood! All the food stores and vendors look mouth-watering. I cannot help but stop every thirty minutes to nibble at what everyone else is eating.

As I navigate around the crazy traffic, I defy mortality by missing rickshaws, motorbikes and bicycles by a few centimetres. I accidentally walk into the wrong India tourism office and the guys attempt to scam me but I flee in time.

I attempt to catch the local buses, which never stop to a full halt for people to get on and off. I run to grab a free handle to catch the bus in motion and almost fall out from the bus as the doors never close and snake there way around the traffic quite aggressively.

Shoe shiners, tour operators, shop vendors, mothers and their children and even dogs were following me asking me for things or wanting me to buy things. Spice markets, Muslim temples, Sikkhism temples, hectic, peaceful, crowded, sparse, hot, cold, loud, quiet all somehow work at peace with each other.

What a fantastic assault on the senses! I was laughing the whole way through from exhaustion! After a seventeen hour train ride we arrive in the State of Rajasthan. The city of Jaiselmer looks like a giant sand castle as everything is carved in sandstone.

Our tour group sit at the rooftop to watch the sunset over kingfisher beers and wonderful curries. At night, we witness fireworks from the rooftop, as there is a wedding celebration below in the city. It is more peaceful in rural India. We shall be geared up in sari's tonight for a so-called traditional dinner.

Then we will hit the dessert tomorrow via bus and camel to camp out under the stars and get Rajasthani musicians to perform for us. The locals are sweet and laugh at me trying to bargain in Hindi. They are very friendly in general and it is a really good experience so far as a lone female traveller.

The only encounter that was dodgy was when our tour leader tried to crack on to me, which I reciprocated by flipping his body off and pinning his hands down aggressively in a karate style manner. He apologised profusely, pleaded for me to let him go, and knows not to mess with me anymore.

I hope I get a reputation amongst the locals as the Bruce Lee equivalent from Australia. So much for tour leaders trying to protect you from harm! Until then, more Rajasthani adventures to come.