I went out for a walk along the beach when Fish left. Now that he has left it is back to fending for myself in terms of dealing with the thousands of sales men trying to sell you their wares. Why anyone would come to India and want to buy a pair of neon devil horns is pretty much beyond me but every day neon devil horn man chances his arm just in case over night I’ve had a change of heart and can now see the benefit of owning such a pair of horns.
It was all becoming a bit much on the shop front so I thought I’d take my chances on the beach instead. Whilst I was walking along the sea front I saw hundreds of jelly fish (and for once I’m not exaggerating for dramatic effect). They were bright purple and the size of a big dinner plate. I spoke to one of the fishermen and he told me that on roughly the same day every year these jelly fish float ashore (to their death). He then showed me a huge pile of jellyfish that had been fished out and were slowly dying of the beach. They looked like something out of Ghostbusters. Their bodies slowly disintegrate but not before they flatten out to look like giant, purple, toxic omelettes. Rank!
The next day they had all gone (I am hoping that they had been binned rather than distributed to local restaurants) so I went to sunbathe on the beach. I had settled myself on a bed when Harry came along. Harry is a 60 odd year old man who is on holiday with his mum! He was a sweet man, but Jesus, the man could talk for England. Within 10 minutes I knew all about his wife’s first divorce (well her only divorce in fact), that he is unable to have children (something wrong with his tubes) and that his step daughter has anorexia. I was starting to want to take my own life.
He said to me that he didn’t want me to feel uncomfortable as he could tell that I probably get a lot of unwanted male attention. He wanted to put my mind at rest that he wasn’t that way inclined which I thought was quite sweet. I later fell asleep only to wake up with him looking over at me smiling. He then said that he was watching me while I slept and thought I looked like a Bond Girl. Which bit about that is not unwanted attention? I quite like the idea of looking like a Bond Girl but I fear he might mean Judi Dench. The sun really ages you.
While I was on the beach I got a message from Fish, which really made me chuckle. It seems that Fish may have found his inner gay. He got propositioned when he was in Mysore. The opening chat up line was “Are you German?”, then when Fish said no the bloke asked “Are you gay?” I'm not sure how one question leads to another? Fish was at the time dressed in an Hawanian shirt, looking at a big palace that is completely covered in fairy lights so I suppose you can’t blame the bloke for thinking that he might bat for the other team. I think Fish is still traumatised now.
It was all becoming a bit much on the shop front so I thought I’d take my chances on the beach instead. Whilst I was walking along the sea front I saw hundreds of jelly fish (and for once I’m not exaggerating for dramatic effect). They were bright purple and the size of a big dinner plate. I spoke to one of the fishermen and he told me that on roughly the same day every year these jelly fish float ashore (to their death). He then showed me a huge pile of jellyfish that had been fished out and were slowly dying of the beach. They looked like something out of Ghostbusters. Their bodies slowly disintegrate but not before they flatten out to look like giant, purple, toxic omelettes. Rank!
The next day they had all gone (I am hoping that they had been binned rather than distributed to local restaurants) so I went to sunbathe on the beach. I had settled myself on a bed when Harry came along. Harry is a 60 odd year old man who is on holiday with his mum! He was a sweet man, but Jesus, the man could talk for England. Within 10 minutes I knew all about his wife’s first divorce (well her only divorce in fact), that he is unable to have children (something wrong with his tubes) and that his step daughter has anorexia. I was starting to want to take my own life.
He said to me that he didn’t want me to feel uncomfortable as he could tell that I probably get a lot of unwanted male attention. He wanted to put my mind at rest that he wasn’t that way inclined which I thought was quite sweet. I later fell asleep only to wake up with him looking over at me smiling. He then said that he was watching me while I slept and thought I looked like a Bond Girl. Which bit about that is not unwanted attention? I quite like the idea of looking like a Bond Girl but I fear he might mean Judi Dench. The sun really ages you.
While I was on the beach I got a message from Fish, which really made me chuckle. It seems that Fish may have found his inner gay. He got propositioned when he was in Mysore. The opening chat up line was “Are you German?”, then when Fish said no the bloke asked “Are you gay?” I'm not sure how one question leads to another? Fish was at the time dressed in an Hawanian shirt, looking at a big palace that is completely covered in fairy lights so I suppose you can’t blame the bloke for thinking that he might bat for the other team. I think Fish is still traumatised now.
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