SKK

I fully intended to go out and have egg on toast (you see how I am embracing Indian life).  I went the back streets so that I wouldn’t have to talk to anyone.  I managed to get quite far away before Steve drove along with plans for us for the day.  You’d never be able to run away in this place.  They all have inbuilt stalker tenancies.  Someone always finds you.  So my egg on toast breakfast turned into an extravagant potato curry breakfast.  I’m going to look like a whale by the time I get back.

He then announced we were going to the cinema.  Oh goody.  Three hours I sat in that cinema for, not understanding the first thing that was going on. After a while it felt like my eyes and ears could bleed at any moment.  It’s only saving grace was that all the actors are a bit chubby and out of shape which makes for great viewing when there’s a fight scene but really not worth wasting 3 hours of my life for.

Later I bumped into John and his friend Suraj Krishnan Kutty (what a majestic name). SKK, as he will now be known, is from Varkala Beach.  The minute you meet SKK you immediately get the impression that this dude lives on the beach (he even makes me use the word dude).  He has thick curly hair down to his bum.  L’Oreal would have a field day with this man (if it were still the late 90’s|).   He looks like he was born playing a sitar.  He lived in London long enough to make a shitload of cash as a yoga teacher/guru or whatever the correct term is.  He sent money home, invested wisely, and is now reaping the rewards.  He looks like he doesn’t have a worry in the world.  I would imagine he spends most of his days either drunk or stoned but just incredibly happy.  I hate him a bit.

They’d just brought fresh fish, a shit load of brandy and some beers so invited me to share it with them.  I passed on the brandy but accepted the beer and fish.  SKK cooked the (unidentified) fish in a “to die for” homemade Masala mix with onions, tomatoes,   It was defuckinglicious.  We even ate with spoons.  Dead posh!  I felt a bit bad for leaving as soon as I had finished the beer and ate all the fish but not bad enough to stay any longer.  They were both steaming drunk from the brandy.  English was beginning to become a thing of the past (for them, not for me).  I’d already sat through a film and not known what the fuck was going on I didn’t want to spend the evening doing the same.