There are three things I look forward to during breakfast at Walton’s homestay: the masala omelette made with the spiciest home-grown curry leaves by Mrs Walton, the strongest black coffee whose unending supply is ensured by her comely daughter Charlotte and meeting other guests. During these jentacular jaunts I have come across travellers from so many different places and with such delightful tales that I finally made peace with what Mr Walton told me many years ago: ‘No, I don’t travel. In fact, I don’t have to travel – the