Silla left
for Puduchery, before she goes home, so I had the evening to myself. I wanted a beer (I know, you’re shocked) but
when I found a bar it didn’t take me long to realise that I stuck out like a
bulldog’s bollocks. It was the darkest,
dingiest place, packed with about 50 old Indian men (not a woman in
sight). I felt like they all stopped
what they were doing just to stare at the weird western chick at the door. It felt like the most hostile environment I’ve
been in (and I’ve been in a few). I
wanted to take a picture but was way too scared. I very quickly turned around and walked
straight back out. I think I would have
felt more at home at the bar in Starwars.
At least this proves I am not an alki.
There’s always a silver lining.
I plumped
for some street food instead. I love
eating at the street stalls. Not only is
it as cheap as chips it is also some of the best food I’ve had while in India . It cost about 30p and I was stuffed. I had deep fried cauliflower, in case you
were wondering. I’m not sure how
hygienic it is, but in my bid to lose some weight, getting sick is not so much
of a concern anymore. Can you lose a
stone in one sitting (shitting)?
As seems to
be the case in India ,
you can never be alone for long and so after a while Seveed bowled up on his
bike. I have no idea how but these India ’s have a
knack of always finding you. I suppose
it’s not too hard to find a white girl wandering about alone though (maybe I
should get a disguise?). I wasn’t really
in the mood so said that I didn’t feel very well and was going to go back to my
room. Saveed very kindly offered to come
to my room to give me a massage. Oh, the life of a male prostitute. Work, work, work. Just so you know I declined his very kind
offer.
I went back
to my cell, logged on to my email only to find an email from the company that I
was volunteering for, saying that they were not going to give me a refund. Dirty, rotten, lying bastards. I felt physically sick. I was replying on this money. Again my friends came to the rescue. I am the luckiest girl alive to have such
amazing friends. One of my friends is a
lawyer (a real one this time, not like made up Ross). He is going to look into it for me. Steve/fats, you are absolute life
savers. I owe you my first born, or at
least a kidney.
If this
trip doesn’t kill me then I will be as strong as an ox by the time I get
back. Fucking place!
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