Happy Christmas

Last night I walked passed the little manger outside the Eden Hotel...everyone had been there for days except the baby Jesus....Where was he I asked? Oh yes he will arrive on the 24th!! So I decided he was on the sleeper from Bangalore. Guess what he arrived today!! So what to do for Xmas...I am not really bothered but have been invited by Dennis (who's name is really Vishnu) to his village and home for the festive holiday. Fran has a stomach bug and doesn't feel like going but I have arranged to meet some Swedes at 8.30 and we will share an auto to Dennis. I will let you know how the evening pans out. Yesterday was very cool Jennifer and I another (Swiss/Canadian) hit the road with our scooters and went up the North coast and down the South....my right brake wasn't that brilliant, and I was fortunate not to have a few collisions...but the left foot came into use as I appeared to do a Barny Rubble and use my foot as a stopping mechanism....great for the ankles!! We found an amazing beach, landed in an ashram for lunch and took a boat ride to a temple. If you have seen Ewan Mcgregor on his motorbike....we weren't like that, but we weren't like Two Fat Ladies either, or the Hairy Bike-rider Cooks more like Thelma and Louise lost in Curry... The rest of the day was trying to find the elephant village which was ONLY TWO KILOMETRES AWAY...... hello????? no no no sorry you must go another 2 kilometres...and when we missed it......no no no sorry madam I'm afraid you have to go back 2 kilometres....2 kilometres turned out to be about 34 kilometres and the poor elephants were so pathetic, chained up so they looked like they were doing a tango on the spot...it was really awful. They all have this skin disease, where their trunks are almost pink...it must be depression....I have never seen this discolouration in Africa when they are roaming wild. An Indian 'chap' has fallen in love with me...the one I got the lift to town with. His 'English' name is Sonny....yesterday night he paid for my dinner, my internet and gave me an amazing shawl...he deals with antique Indian fabrics....I really don't need this! What would Sai Baba say? Be Honest and Be Truthful...I can't tell him how old I am, he thinks I am 37....they can't tell bloody age these Asians....he is only 31..but I think if I tell him I am old enough to be his grandmother he may run!! I did try giving him back the shawl but he refused.....and it is so gorgeous.....OK I WILL TELL HIM I'M 38