My Arse Hurts

Bonjour,

Have finally got our guitars, Yay. through them we have learnt the art of Kabadi (a sort of indian Tag game) and entertained a few indian hotel owners (Well I think they were entertained). It's been a sort of cultral exchange. We showed this guy at a train station (we had to wait 8 hours) how to play British Bulldog and how to play guitar he showed us Kabadi and fed us bannanas. And then we played Guitar for the hotel owners and they showed us a hindu dance (was a bit weird to be honest).
(For those who I have e-mailed you will prob have read the next bit so skip and start again where I have put the astrix)

We also did our eight hour river cruise, was good fun, I felt like I was in Vietnam, I was tempted to wear a red head scarf and go by the name of John Rambo but decided against it. Then we stayed the night in a really nasty town - Kollam, we walked about in the day and had beggars coming at us like zombies, they waddled towards us making weird noises with out streched hands, we just Ignored them, its for the best. I did give one beggar kid some bread today as he was hasseling us at our table, but then he just started pointing at the jam, greedy blighter!

We also had our first night train experience, was loud dirty with squat toilets, a kid screamed for about an hour at six in the morning, it got mildly frustrating to say the least.

To get to the beach we're at now it took three days and we used four different types of transport; Train (14 hours + 8 hours waiting), Rickshaw, Bus and Boat (8 Hours) was a fantastic experience, our first real taste of what travelling is about! But I have realised what the UK is great for; comfy seats.

We're in Goa now (pollamlum), it's really relaxed here. Beer is cheap and everyone is really chilled, sort of like the Amsterdame of Indian (not quite as crazy as there is no real night life here, it's too hot to dance so everyone just sits in resturants talking) Palm trees behing islands coming out of the main land, golden sand etc.

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On our first night we went to a resturant run by a guy that looked like the football hardman, Razor Ruddock, he stubbed his fag out in our ashtray, gave our candle light away (as it was valentines day we were a bit upset) and looked menacingly at anyone who didn't clap at the act.

- The Act.
Elvis and Cliff, not Prestliey and Richards but two indian kids on keyboard and bass playing covers of songs in a thirties seaside sort of way. Imagine our confusion when they did Stevie Wonder; I just called to say I love Ye (Ye wasn't a typing error) in a sort of Pheonix Nights Pub keyboard singer style. But we felt we had to clap as Ruddock was standing in front of us watching us from his beady eyes.

Oh we bumped into Ralph the German again. He wasn't in his speedos this time. But that's the last three beach resorts we seen him at now, I think he might be following us! Scary I know!

As i'm typing James Blunt is playing so before I go completely Mad I'll say goodbye. (sorry for spelling and grammar we're on a time limit, there is no word and I don't have time - or I can't be bothered you decide - to sub).

Laterz