17.11.2010 - 17.11.2010
Not yet farting with confidence, we chilled close to the hotel. In the afternoon we ventured to the beach, a good 3-minute run from the room. We sat on the sand chilling out and watching the Perv-Police chasing the perving squads.
Groups of young Indian guys would come down to the beach and sit like packs of dogs staring at the white bikinied flesh. They’d become so much of a problem that the town had recruited police (themselves young Indian guys with wondering eyes) to parade the beach blowing whistles at any group pointing or taking pictures on their 1990’s camera phones. It had obviously become a game of cat and mouse and was quite entertaining to watch.