|  | | Where the bugs keep your bed warm for you | | | | | Left Palolem and got a rickshaw the station a few hours earlier than the train was due to leave. Either there was an exchange student from British Rail involved, autumn chapattis on the line or perhaps a heard of chicken tikkas had wondered onto the track ... either way the train was delayed for another 2 hours.
For our delight and entertainment a dodgey looking bloke with stitches in his forehead (and a little bit of thread dangling between his eyes like some dirty lock of hair) came and had a chat with me. A chemical engineer no less .... really! A bit of international politics and then straight into begging mode. The half bottle of whiskey he’d just downed did nothing to lighten his mood when I politely told him that no I wasn’t going to give him my ‘Ray bans’ and no I wasn’t going to give him some money. And neither was Andrea. But the young Spanish girls we were chatting to did give him crisps upon which he bestowed his undying love and prayers on them. Tried to escape but he followed us all to the platform upon which he was told by a local lady to leave and then the station guards (who, when obviously having no luck, exorcised their impotency be beating a nearby mentally handicapped boy). Turning our backs to the drunk we tried to ignore him ... only to hear the crash as he passed out theatrically into a 1 meter high pile of empty coke bottles. Train came ... made our escape.
Gokarna .... meaning ‘Cow’s Ear’ or place where the bugs keep your bed warm for you.
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