The day at the fort

The next morning we planned to visit Golconda Fort, a 16th century fortress built by the Qutb Shahi Kings to protect their people from attacks by the mughels (nothing to do with Harry Potter if your wondering ). Before entering, Krishna, Kiran and Naresh treat me and Hussain (Majids new name, lol) to a sugar cane drink, it was mad sweet, but tasty nevertheless. On entering, I was once again a victim to the tourist entry fee. This time I had to pay 100rps, where the others, including Majids brown ass, only paid 5rps! What kind of hype is that!!! Although, now I can say that it was well worth it. To be fair, it only worked out at about £1.20 anyway, lol, but I was still screwing. The fort has been my best venture in India so far. It was parkour paradise. According to Majid, I was like monkey on ‘crack’ jumping off stairs, roofs or whatever I could find. Krishna was shitting himself on every move I made. Unfortunately we had to stop every five minutes for the unfit duo Nuresh and Kiran but when we got to the top, we could see the whole fort and the whole Hyderabad. There was only one word to describe it, “WOW!

We left the fort and headed back once again to Krishna’s uncles. They had arranged for us to have some food and drinks at their friends farm house. Me and Majid were subject to V.I.P treatment that night. We got to ride in a chauffeur driven 4x4 with 50 cents, in da club, booming out of the speakers. We found it hilarious, especially when Krishna’s uncle Srini gave us a taster of his dance moves. The farm house had an outdoor area for us to eat and drink. Again, I was fed whiskey (that’s 5 nights in a row for me, not good) and we ate loads of food, from fries to chicken nuggets, to samosa’s, to shrimp in spring rolls (my personal fave of the evening). After eating, everyone (myself and Majid included) had a dance to some hip-hop and bangra music, it was the perfect end to an already perfect day.

On our way home, Krishna was pulled over by the police, who were conducting random checks on vehicles. They were trying to say that he didn’t have an up-to-date pollution card (just bullshit really, trying to earn a quick buck, or in this case 200rps). Krishna wasn’t having none of it, so he phoned his uncle, who happens to be good friends with the chief of police. This soon cleared the matter and they let us go. After dropping the car off, I took my first ride in an auto-rickshaw taxi (a yellow, three wheeled, pile of junk basically). Im sure it will be the first of many to come.