Fish wasn’t keen on the idea of staying in the posh hotel for 2 weeks (by which time I probably still wouldn’t have mastered all the buttons) so instead we are at the beach, back in Varkala. Currently I am nursing the most spectacular hangover ever. I’ve not really had a drink for weeks but Christ on a bike I made up for it last night. Is it fair to blame Fish?
We arrived yesterday on the Superfast Kerala Express. There was nothing superfast about it. In fact it took 4 and a half sodding hours. It’s a shit load easier travelling with Fish though. Only one person asked “where you coming from” (I now just let Fish answer). This could be a cake walk (I don't really know what that means) from now on in. Someone got arrested on the train which was about as excited as it got. Luckily it was neither me or Fish.
We arrived back on the cliff and low and behold Uli was sitting at the same place as I’d left him. He had actually moved tables though, so that’s progress at least. It was really good to see him. Varkala won’t be the same without Uli being at the Spice Garden Cafe. When he’s not there it feels like there is something wrong with the world. He is leaving on Thursday and I fear that the whole cliff may fall down.
It feels really good to be back and to see things through Fish’s eyes instead of my jaded ones. I have not stopped moaning since he arrived. He had to listen to 3 months worth of rants in one night. The poor bloke looked exhausted by the end of the night. He has had a few rants of his own (well as much as Fish rants). He bought a pair of sunglasses and said it was a painful experience. He paid way too much for them but he’s not known for his haggling skills. We went to Spain one year, got a taxi somewhere and it cost 10 Euros. On the way back we got another cab and the driver asked for a fare of 9.50. Fish said I think you’ll find it’s 10. God, love him.
The Russians are back in Varkala. It was so good to see them. Their hands look even bigger this time around. The younger one said he thought I looked beautiful. Just on the basis of that and the size of his hands I now have a crush on him (so easily pleased). It’s a shame he doesn’t speak English. As nice as it is to be told you’re beautiful it can get a bit samey when that’s the extent of the conversation.
We went out for a meal with the Ashram lot last night and it was a great night (a contributing factor to that might have been the 2 bottles of wine I drank). After dinner we went to a birthday party and stayed out till about 4am. I have barely been awake past 10pm since arriving in India. Fish’s arrival has awakened the devil in me. I don’t really remember a huge amount about last night but know that I had tons of fun. I am so happy Fish is here. I have not stopped smiling since he arrived. Ah, well aside from this morning when I felt so shocking I wanted to take my own life.
We arrived back on the cliff and low and behold Uli was sitting at the same place as I’d left him. He had actually moved tables though, so that’s progress at least. It was really good to see him. Varkala won’t be the same without Uli being at the Spice Garden Cafe. When he’s not there it feels like there is something wrong with the world. He is leaving on Thursday and I fear that the whole cliff may fall down.
It feels really good to be back and to see things through Fish’s eyes instead of my jaded ones. I have not stopped moaning since he arrived. He had to listen to 3 months worth of rants in one night. The poor bloke looked exhausted by the end of the night. He has had a few rants of his own (well as much as Fish rants). He bought a pair of sunglasses and said it was a painful experience. He paid way too much for them but he’s not known for his haggling skills. We went to Spain one year, got a taxi somewhere and it cost 10 Euros. On the way back we got another cab and the driver asked for a fare of 9.50. Fish said I think you’ll find it’s 10. God, love him.
The Russians are back in Varkala. It was so good to see them. Their hands look even bigger this time around. The younger one said he thought I looked beautiful. Just on the basis of that and the size of his hands I now have a crush on him (so easily pleased). It’s a shame he doesn’t speak English. As nice as it is to be told you’re beautiful it can get a bit samey when that’s the extent of the conversation.
We went out for a meal with the Ashram lot last night and it was a great night (a contributing factor to that might have been the 2 bottles of wine I drank). After dinner we went to a birthday party and stayed out till about 4am. I have barely been awake past 10pm since arriving in India. Fish’s arrival has awakened the devil in me. I don’t really remember a huge amount about last night but know that I had tons of fun. I am so happy Fish is here. I have not stopped smiling since he arrived. Ah, well aside from this morning when I felt so shocking I wanted to take my own life.
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