Hello, this is Jon from Holland with some super tips for travellers. Firstly, to saving money on laundry costs is easy, simply just don't wash your clothes. Shoplifting can drastically reduce your shopping bills and doing a 'runner' from those old corner street vendors is a must for cost-conscious backpackers. Of course toilet paper is a luxury - my friend Frank, also from England, doesn't use it either, not even when back home in Europe. A good way for cheap travel is to latch on to the many fat, ugly Russian chicks that frequent the Bangkok to Penang route and promise them a good time if they'll lend you some dosh. This sometimes backfires and you actually end up in their company for a few days, but you can always scrounge some more money off them... Stealing girls underwear has no economic gain, but what the hell. Finally don't forget the cigarette butts kids - free ciggie if you collect enough...

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Hello. How's your Karma? Thought I'd send you a postcard (in the best possible taste; art and all that.) I'm now in Khajuraho, India, having walked across the border about 10 days ago from Pakistan. Khajuraho has a collection of Chandellan temples about 1000 years old which are famous for their sculptures depicting a variety of everyday activities, ploughing the fields, dancing and most of all, sex. It's a sort of 'Kama Sutra' in stone – it's given me a few new ideas! There's even one group of men proving that a horse really is a man's best friend!

Hoping this card will inspire you. Take care, Jon.

The Iranian party gang This is it. Forty hours in a bus to reach Teheran. I just hope that the bus is big and spacious with heating and reclining seats and a toilet and drinking water and maybe music and on-board refreshments. Looks like it is just pulling in. It's a VW minibus...

The good news is that we're now moving out of Istanbul, the bad is that we're heading for the middle of a slum. Glancing around my fellow passengers, I throw caution to the wind and attempt to start a constructive dialogue. “Hi guys. Whose funeral is it actually? Is black in fashion in Iran at the moment?” Least I tried. Suppose it's time to put my somber face on, which given the fact that I've jettisoned all my alcohol isn't difficult. On the other hand, I could spend a few days dead for tax reasons.

You lookin' at me? I'm somewhere else now. It looks a bit like a rice farm. That's probably because it is! There's a signpost which saysjust up the road. It took about 11 hours to get here, so I guess that its about 4 inches east of Bangkok. (On my map at least.) I'm afraid I've beaten John to Thailand, but I wasn't really into hanging around in a 'go go' bar for 2 weeks waiting for him to turn up, so I've decided to try something more 'alternative'.