Last night we went for some food at a local restaurant and had a few kingfisher beers. On the way home we ran into some friends of Krishna and the boys, who were having their own little festival. If you remember me mentioning before about the big trucks with the statues and music playing, that was exactly what was going on here too. Although, these guys were making their own music with drums. We stopped to say hi, but this ended up in the drunken locals wanting us to stay and dance. After I had been introduced, I was dragged away for a dance with everyone, it was good fun until they stopped the music, backed everyone away, and told me to dance on my own! I felt like a right nob head, haha! When we got back to Krishna’s, a huge thunderstorm took place. It reminded me of my time spent at camp in New Hampshire.
The next day we went to drop a car and some rice off at Krishna’s uncles, to get back home we went by motorbike. Now this seemed scary as hell at first, as I had seen first hand from a cars perspective how dangerous riding on a bike on Indian roads can be! But as usual – when in Rome! It ended up being good fun, and I couldn’t stop thinking that I was in real life grand theft auto! Grand theft auto Hyderabad city stories. Another common sight on the roads in India were random cows roaming the streets, doing what they may. Cows are sacred animals in India and no-body cares what they do.
Later that day I was asked by the local kids to play some cricket with them. They were really good, way better than I was J. The rest of the day was spent preparing our next two days, we plan to drive to the coast (I’m not sure which one?) and chill there until we need to drive back to Hyderabad to collect Majid at the airport on Sunday.
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