Vish has drunk tea on the side of a highway with nomadic goat herders in the remote regions of India, nearly fallen into an active volcano in Tanzania, been stoned by cricket-playing kids in the slums of Mumbai, driven through the eye of a tropical storm in Guatemala, watched kid boxers fight in the shabby gyms of Cuba, been kidnapped and jailed by the Israeli navy, shuddered at being shown a 10mm Prince Albert, crashed motorcycles through estate agents' windows, and is still here to tell the tale.