I’m so happy I could actually burst. After going through a period of completely giving up hope of getting my money back, last night I received an email from the director of GVI to tell me that I would get a full refund and that the money would be transferred into my account asap. It is all thanks to the wonderful Westy (and fat boy). He wrote a very legal letter for me (with lots of words I didn’t understand). If it were left to me I would still be sitting around, surrounded by legal books and dictionaries, looking very confused.. Westy (& Fats), I owe you big time and will be eternally grateful. As soon as I am back I am taking you for the biggest slap up dinner. You can choose any Harvester you like!
The other reason I feel so happy today is because I moved from my hut into a guest house so I have an actual room with windows and sunlight. It’s blissful. I had to move as Unni’s behaviour was becoming increasing disturbing. He would be there the minute I walked out of my hut or even more worryingly, when I would return after a night out (no matter how late it was). He started to get very angry with me and would demand to know where I’d been and who with. I am not sure what it is about me that lends itself to stalker behaviour in others, but by fuck, all the weird stalkers love a bit of Breed. If only I could have the same effect on the blokes I actually like. Dang it.
My new mate Kiko has moved with me too. Kiko is from Brazil and is just a cool dude. He has travelled all over the world but has a big love affair with India. I think things are so different for men travelling alone. Maybe I would learn to love it if the men weren’t quite so Pervy. Kiko is so lovely but unfortunately he plays the didgeridoo (why?). He was in the next door hut at Bamboo Village and now he’s my neighbour here. I fear I am going to have to learn to love the sound of the didgeridoo in the middle of night. Much rather that though than another night of worrying if Unni was going to kill me in my sleep.
Life is really good at the moment. I miss home desperately and cannot wait to come home but actually for the first time since arriving in India I feel completely calm and peaceful. I have a whole bunch of friends (not just dogs). They have pretty much all come from the Ashram and so are constantly trying to persuade me to go to. I have absolutely no interest in going at all. There are a whole set of rules, which I know I would break within about 20 minutes of arriving. It might be good for comedy purposes but I have no desire to stand on my head and meditate all day (I realise I may be simplifying things slightly). They all seem to be searching for a better way of life. I have a great life and don’t need to stand on my head to realise that. I’m a very lucky girl.
The other reason I feel so happy today is because I moved from my hut into a guest house so I have an actual room with windows and sunlight. It’s blissful. I had to move as Unni’s behaviour was becoming increasing disturbing. He would be there the minute I walked out of my hut or even more worryingly, when I would return after a night out (no matter how late it was). He started to get very angry with me and would demand to know where I’d been and who with. I am not sure what it is about me that lends itself to stalker behaviour in others, but by fuck, all the weird stalkers love a bit of Breed. If only I could have the same effect on the blokes I actually like. Dang it.
My new mate Kiko has moved with me too. Kiko is from Brazil and is just a cool dude. He has travelled all over the world but has a big love affair with India. I think things are so different for men travelling alone. Maybe I would learn to love it if the men weren’t quite so Pervy. Kiko is so lovely but unfortunately he plays the didgeridoo (why?). He was in the next door hut at Bamboo Village and now he’s my neighbour here. I fear I am going to have to learn to love the sound of the didgeridoo in the middle of night. Much rather that though than another night of worrying if Unni was going to kill me in my sleep.
Life is really good at the moment. I miss home desperately and cannot wait to come home but actually for the first time since arriving in India I feel completely calm and peaceful. I have a whole bunch of friends (not just dogs). They have pretty much all come from the Ashram and so are constantly trying to persuade me to go to. I have absolutely no interest in going at all. There are a whole set of rules, which I know I would break within about 20 minutes of arriving. It might be good for comedy purposes but I have no desire to stand on my head and meditate all day (I realise I may be simplifying things slightly). They all seem to be searching for a better way of life. I have a great life and don’t need to stand on my head to realise that. I’m a very lucky girl.
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