Well Trivandrum was as mad as Mangalore and Bangalore, and just to add to the thrill of it, the bloody place was majority dry. No beer in the hotel, no beer in the resturants! We end up in a real local bar, for local people (Daves my wife now). It goes without saying that we're on the first stage out in the morning. The taxi driver who drives us up the coast introduces me to a new expeiance ... car sickness.
We are now holed up in the cliff top resort of Varkala wondering what to do next. It'a a real nice place and we've been here a couple of nights. All the bars are restuarants are on a cliff top path with a 50m drop the other side. The walk back to the hotel at night is a real laugh...
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Keep on keeping on, mate. Your struggles to obtain beer are now legendary. Jules and I have just spent the last week with My Dad and his Wife, and their cronies. A different pace: we've had to look a great deal more lively to keep up with them.
MOre wine? Don't mind if I do.
Take good care and only sell Dave for the Right Price.
Love D and J. .xXx.
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