I have serious concerns for JohnMiller getting through life in one piece, unaided. When I arrived in Delhi on April 3rd he was complaining to Raj about his bank credit card not working. He said he had an issue with his PIN number. JohnMiller only had a little money left because he had spent it all on a day excursion to see some temples North of Delhi. Raj said it looked like he had been massively taken advantage of. So, day one and Raj tells him to call his bank, call his sister or call his Mum to get it resolved, either fix the pin or get some cash sent to him through Western Union. He doesn't make any phone calls. Apparently his iphone isn't working and he can't call, text or email. On the overnight train that night we all start getting to know one another, we learn about JohnMiller that his mum is Japanese who was originally from a wealthy family that then became impoverished and his mum was always very focused on pushing him. His sister has two masters and he dropped out of his undergraduate degree in Seattle but hasn't told his family. Maddie and I agree that his stammer seems to be worse when he talks about his family- especially the degree. He then spends the rest of the train journey on his phone reviewing all the photos he had taken at the temples on his day trip, particularly the detail on the nude and erotic statues. He struggles to make eye contact with anyone and doesn't really speak at all, unless asked a direct question. He also has twitches, the corners of his mouth move down while he purses his lips, exaggerated swallowing and a slight thrust of his lower jaw, which build up if he’s preparing himself to speak and he open and closes his mouth a few times. In Jaisalmer, JohnMiller bought some erotic statues and was charged about four times the price they were worth. He still hadn’t called the bank, sister or mum. As Maddie, JohnMiller and I walked around the fort he tells us that his Dad is a government official. As he grew up he lived in the Philippines and South Korea, and then Washington DC. But we get the impression that school was really tough for him. It also becomes apparent that he wears jeans every day, turns out he wears them all day every day because Dom said he sleeps in them, and all the bottoms he's bought are three pairs of jeans. 

On the train from Jaisalmer to Jodhpur JohnMiller starts to feel ill, but isn't entirely comfortable telling us what's wrong, other than he has a stomach ache. He's covered in mosquito bites and little red scabs, and he's been scratching the crook of his elbow so much that it's red and visibly sore. While looking out of the window, his twitches are on overdrive and he wrings his hands the whole way. He's bought no medicine, only his malaria tablets which he takes once a week. When we get to Jodhpur, Dom has had enough and arranges single supplement for the remainder of the trip. JohnMiller retreats to his new room, doesn't join us for the village tour, but we still don't really know what's wrong with him. He does, however, join us for dinner that evening and Raj makes him call his bank and sort out the problem because Raj is having to lend him money. I sit next to him at dinner while he makes the call and his stammer is twice as bad on the phone and I genuinely worry that the customer services person may think the line is cutting up and hang up. He powers through and they tell him they're going to send him an email with instructions. Turns out he's reached his withdrawal limit on the card, not the PIN nor the actual card limit, and he hadn't let them know that he was abroad, but if he goes into a Bank of India branch with ID and his card they could help him out. Considering he says his internet isn't working on his phone I ask him why he didn't tell them and suggest an alternative…32 years of age. 32. The following morning I ask him if he had tried to connect to the Internet. He hadn't but his data roaming was on! I take his phone and the wifi connects immediately. He tells us that he is testing out the iPhone to see if he wants his own so he isn't familiar with all of the functions. He's pretty much just been using it as a camera. The bank advise that he will receive the email within three working days. JohnMiller spends the next day in Jodhpur in bed and doesn't come out. The following day we have to check out at 7.45am, with breakfast at 7am, JohnMiller leaves his room at 7.40am, he'd been ignoring Raj’s knocks on the door so Raj paid his check out balance. We’ve all nearly reached the ends of our tether and I don't know what more Raj can do. After the six hour coach journey to Udaipur we've psyched Raj up to stop paying for JohnMiller and for him to get his sh!t together because JohnMiller had no money, was sick and wouldn't talk to anyone. The talk worked, Raj lay down the law and told JohnMiller to go to bank of India bank with his passport and bank card. Five minutes later, JohnMiller comes bounding up the stairs ‘IVE LOST MY CREDIT CARD’… Dom actually called this a few days ago and thought that something different is going on. Are you freaking kidding me?!?!?!?!? He has one bank card and he's managed to lose it even though he hasn't used it? Raj goes downstairs with him to turn over his room and find it. They don't, but Raj does find an over A4 size leather bound copy of the karma sutra…. Come on. The only option we have now is Western Union. Raj convinces him to call his sister and arrange a Western Union transfer of a $1000- he's also doing the southern tour so he needs money for four more weeks. The next day with baited breath Raj accompanies JohnMiller to Western Union and the money is there. JohnMiller finally has cash. Raj also takes him to get his passport photocopied, emails a copy of his passport to himself, buys him some padlocks and just generally gets him to a level where he could actually survive four more weeks in India with no mishaps. The following morning JohnMiller bounds down the stairs in shorts and flip flops. Are you kidding me? You've been a sweaty, sick mess in jeans and massive trainers during 34-38 degrees weather for a week. But true to JohnMiller style, as I watch him walk out of the hotel, all of his possessions poke out of the top of his back short pocket. We shout after him to move them to the front. It's so true, you can take a horse to water, but you can't make it drink. There's still four more weeks with him…