Although, between just the two of us, there's not a great deal to do here. I met an aussie at the airport, and so he and i went down to the city, and later on went out at night. The reason I am here is to get a tourist visa for india, which is all well and good, but takes a long time.
Not just the week of waiting, mind. I'm talking the time just SITTING in the embassy - a solid 4 hours of fun. Meditation? For 10 days? Easy after this!
So, last night I go out with Steve (that's his name - the aussie). We first get some beers at a local, and meet up with some journalists. The are telling us that Jafna is "safe", but that some other place on the east isn't. This really isn't very interesting to me (and probably to you too) because I'm not heading anywhere like that. Just down south to the beaches. The weird thing was when they heard my full name - the Ganapathy totally blew their minds.
And when I told them about the tusk that wrote the mahabarata? Whoa. They stopped calling Steve "Steve" and referred to him as "your friend", and offered to buy ALL our drinks. Which Steve didn't take them on... I don't know, but when people just HEAR my name and offer to buy drinks, I like to accept!
After that we:
* went to a casino where I was sized up like a piece of meat by ageing, ugly asian pros.
* left that Casino after being directed to the "special bar", which I really didn't like.
* pretended to be big wigs and wandered into the "Bellagio" Casino VIP room. Worked, because we are White, and All White People Have Money - so we ate a great dinner, drank beer (all free), and then explained we were leaving to get to an atm. Then we just left.
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