There is only one way to set forth on, or celebrate surviving, a ridiculous three-wheeled adventure, and that is at a Rickshaw Run party. Taking place in a smorgasbord of extraordinarily grand locations, these little beauties often have a tendency to get a little carried away. Fun stuff begins in the day when a local team come to deliver us an arse kicking at cricket, whilst pointing and laughing at how stupid you are to try and cross India in a rickshaw. We then retire to refresh and prepare for the evenings debauchery. Where you shall be fed, entertained and then graciously placed into the gutter when you can no longer stand up.

The Finish Line shenanigans and Party take place two weeks later with whichever teams made it to the finish line in time - usually at least 70%.