Dave

I booked a taxi for super early on Friday morning.  Travelling in India always seems to be in the middle of the night.  God forbid trains should run at a sensible hour.  David (Indian Dave.  My world is now complete) spoke really good English and seemed intent on showing off his linguistic skills by talking the whole way to the train station.  We were talking about a recent lesbian wedding in India.  He then asked me which gays I preferred, boys or girls.  He wasn’t joking either.  He actually wanted me to give him an answer.  I plumped for boys.  It was a very surreal conversation.

It didn’t get much better after that either, as the conversation quickly turned to prostitution (bearing in mind this was still not 6am.  Not that there is a correct hour to talk about hookers, I suppose).  I have a feeling David is quite partial to the ladies of the night as he told me how much I should expect to pay depending on the nationality of the girl.  Apparently Russians are more expensive than girls from Thailand.  I always wondered how Natalia could afford all those furs (jokes)!!

I met an old man on the train to Hampi (who had dyed his hair bright orange.  It must have a religious meaning because there would be no other reason to make yourself look that daft otherwise).  Initially I thought he was adorable.  He bought me a cup of chai and generally was trying to look after me (in a non pervy type of way).  I rapidly went off him when he started banging on about god and how I had pretty much fucked my life up by not being married and having kids.  Thanks for your input, ginge!!

He said that he would pray for my soul and also pray for god to bring me a man who will love me.  Good luck with that, mate.