Dirty, rotten, lying bastards

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!