The boys and I wanted to get out of the house so decided to go to the beach. First we had to get the beers. It is a very covert operation. I can't go on my own as women can't get served. Women, know your place! You can probably imagine the ranting that ensued. The beer shop is like a prison. You can't actually go inside, instead you get handed the beer through bars (well James did cause I am just a lowly bird).
We then went to the beach to drink said beers. It is quite possibly the shittest, dirtiest beach on Kerala but just to be by the sea felt good (of maybe that was just the feeling of the beer kicking in). At about midnight the police rocked up and ordered us off the beach. Something about it being forbidden after a certain time. It can't really have helped that we were surrounded by beer bottles and fag buts. We did as we were told as I'm thinking an India prison isn't going to be that pretty.
On the way home we stumbled across quite possibly the biggest dead rat I have ever seen. Well actually the biggest rat I have ever seen dead or alive. It was the size of a cat. I have a picture and as soon as I know what the hell I am doing (am a proper spas when it comes to technology) I will upload it, as who doesn't want to see a picture of an enormous dead rat??
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