Hung out to dry by the meditating people

Ok, so here WAS my plan, m'peeps:

Leave the fun of Unawatuna beach, head to !ndia, and do some serious meditating there. There was no problem with this plan... it was a good one. Heck, I even left the beach a day early to make sure I had time enough to get to Delhi and meditate. Yep, nothing could stop me...

except...

(tension x 100! Whoa!)

...the fact that the meditating people decided that, well, answering emails or requests to go meditating was a WASTE OF TIME. Thanks, guru-guys. You could have at least told me one way or the other what the deal was. But no. I guess I expected too much from some "tinkle-tinkle types" in !ndia.
Oh, and "tinkle tinkle?" I have a key chain, with keys. Whenever people I meet get a bit too much "my reiki can cure cancer" or "I meditated to the astral plane last night" I pull it out, jingle it about (so it goes "tinkle tinkle") and let them know that I meditate to that.
Word.
Ok, so I'm going to do some meditating in sri lanka instead. Maybe.

Unawatuna Beach! Crazy fun! I swung from rafters! I swam out to a boat at night, and tried to zoom off into the night with Steve.
Steve... *sigh*
Ahem. Anyway, we couldn't start it, because the hyperdrive shaft was missing. But we sure did try to start that puppy up. What else happened there?
There was a beach fight! Not involving me, and I didn't even see it, but it happened. Crazy. Oh, and I got NO SLEEP at all there.

"But Andrew, why?" you inquire? Well, do you? I hope so. I hope you didn't just ask me for money, or where the love is, or anything like that, because I'm answering the "why?" question.
Because, the place I was at had the wonderful idea that, hey, at 9am, let's build furniture. Really loudly. Outside this aussie guy's room. I know, I really appreciated it too.
And then, the second night? I get back at 4am... and a, whatsis, a cockle-doodle-doo thing starts going off. A rooster! That's the one. Keeps on going and going, until, well, 9am. Which is when his shift ends, and the furniture guys start up.

BUT, otherwise, it was pretty good fun there. I re-met up with some loverly pommie girl's I'd met up with at the !ndian Embassy, and also re-met up with some more great British girls from Kandi. And, of course, I met up again with super-Steve. *sigh*

Oh, and to all the Women of the World out there... one of the girls (called Libby) was seeing a dude who wold apparnatly engage in fisticuffs with any guy she'd meet when they went out. Thankfully, boxing-man wasn't with us, but really... girls! Women! Why do you go out with crazy-men?
I think when I get to the uk I'm going to run a clinic for women to find nice, decent guys who do not relate driectly back to the stone age. Sounds like I might be on a winner for this one.

Alright, now it's to work out if I meditate in sri lanka, or pay m'mate the Dalai a visit.

"tinkle tinkle!"