Are there far too many ... fish in the sea?

Tuesday 16 December 2008
Verkala, Kerala

So I wake up before Evan does and go for breakfast. As I'm there eating my porridge and fried eggs there's a shout from a nearby table. There are dolphins swimming by. Every now and then you see a fin, but occasionally one of them jumps far out of the water in some acrobatic manoeuvre, as though a man in a wet suit with a fish was standing above it. Bloody show offs.

So I spend the day in the taxing routine of going to the beach and chilling out. The waves are quite big and it's fun to jump in and get wiped out. We meet the Aussies again briefly, but despite half-formed plans to see them again in the evening, we never do. We go to dinner and then to the bar but there's not much happening. We do end up talking to a local who's a DJ in either Mangalore or Bangalore (I couldn't quite make out which) but has lived most of his life in the Emirates. Turns out that once again a hot Russian woman has come over and taken advantage of a poor, innocent Indian man.

We call it an early night as we both have travelling tomorrow and need to wake up fairly early.