By the time I got back to Varkala I felt like tiger from Winnie the Poo. A really kind Indian girl had helped me on the train (I didn’t really need any, but it was sweet all same), the sun was booming, and I felt full of the joys of spring. I didn’t even get upset with my amorous tuk tuk driver when he asked me if I liked sex. I just told him that it had been so long I couldn’t really remember, but as I recall it, I think it’s something that I’d like to take up again, as soon as I get home.
I got back to my little mouldy hut but now had a new found fondness for it. All it needed was an airing and for all my clothes to be washed again. No problem. I dumped my stuff and went for a coffee at the local restaurant. I shouldn’t have been surprised, as I was only away for 3 days, but all the guys were in exactly the same place as I’d left them, with the noted absence of the Russians. Uli told me that the Russians had gone travelling with two German girls for a week. Neither party speaks the others language (add to this the Russians are completely nuts). I can’t wait from them to get back to find out how they got on (Mel speaks Russian so can translate. Clever clogs).
Anand was there too. I don’t think I’ve written about Anand before. Anand comes from Kerala (although he's the most non-Indian Indian I have ever met) but speaks perfect English. He has his own company and recently finished a big contract, so came out for a drink to celebrate. He ended up in Varkala, at the local restaurant, and has been here ever since. That was about 10 days ago. He seems in no rush to leave either.
I got back to my little mouldy hut but now had a new found fondness for it. All it needed was an airing and for all my clothes to be washed again. No problem. I dumped my stuff and went for a coffee at the local restaurant. I shouldn’t have been surprised, as I was only away for 3 days, but all the guys were in exactly the same place as I’d left them, with the noted absence of the Russians. Uli told me that the Russians had gone travelling with two German girls for a week. Neither party speaks the others language (add to this the Russians are completely nuts). I can’t wait from them to get back to find out how they got on (Mel speaks Russian so can translate. Clever clogs).
Anand was there too. I don’t think I’ve written about Anand before. Anand comes from Kerala (although he's the most non-Indian Indian I have ever met) but speaks perfect English. He has his own company and recently finished a big contract, so came out for a drink to celebrate. He ended up in Varkala, at the local restaurant, and has been here ever since. That was about 10 days ago. He seems in no rush to leave either.
Varkala is a very difficult place to leave. I have just paid for another week (and then I’m definitely leaving). I have some serious sunbathing to do. It’s the only place in India you can get away with wearing a bikini. If I’m going to get me some of that sex stuff the tuk tuk driver was referring to I need to sort out my ridiculous tan. I don’t want to be naked in front of someone whilst looking like I am still wearing T-shirt and shorts.
The table was littered with very high brow books. Thank fuck I have a kindle as The unlikely pilgrimage of Harold Fry isn’t really in the same bracket. They are a really nice bunch of guys but quite possibly all too intelligent for their own good. They have an average age of about 27 years old. Surely they should be out partying and pulling chicks. Instead they all sit around this same table all day (and night) having conversations that are always intensely deep and far too intellectual for my liking. I don’t mind a deep and meaningful conversation sometimes but occasionally I just want to talk about cock or football and just have a giggle. Clearly I'm made of very different stock
The table was littered with very high brow books. Thank fuck I have a kindle as The unlikely pilgrimage of Harold Fry isn’t really in the same bracket. They are a really nice bunch of guys but quite possibly all too intelligent for their own good. They have an average age of about 27 years old. Surely they should be out partying and pulling chicks. Instead they all sit around this same table all day (and night) having conversations that are always intensely deep and far too intellectual for my liking. I don’t mind a deep and meaningful conversation sometimes but occasionally I just want to talk about cock or football and just have a giggle. Clearly I'm made of very different stock
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