Have to deal with my frustration

I am at the internet and the phone rings, it is Fran. "Come back immediately we have to get out the room we are not booked in for today!" F----k...so I rush back stuff everything in sight into bags, back-pack and suitcase...I seem to have a lot more stuff than when I arrived. We don't know where to go, only booked into the Oceana from the 30th. Then we see the Ayurvedic doctor and he tells us he has a room in his house for R500...no time to check it out "we will take it!" Fran now has sinus problems, a runny tummy and just wants to chill...(understandable) but we never seem to do anything, everytime we plan something it changes...is this India? We have met a lovely Australian man called Jim...and we arrange to meet him for yoga and dinner in North Cliff. Yoga is on the roof of this restaurant called Namaste....we start off at sunset and by the time the stars are shining brightly the class is finished....perfect. We indulge in prawns, octupus..and a whole butter fish....what happened to Fran's stomach...it miraculously got better...was it Jim? She announces that she doesn't want to go to Kanyakumari tomorrow...we planned this 3 days ago...I get irritated and decide to go anyway. Fortunately I meet Jennifer the Swiss girl that I rode the scooter with...and she wants to come with me tomorrow to the border of Tamil Nadu...so I am still going to go. The Indian boyfriend is driving me mad...and I am starting to feel trapped...Anand has contacted me and wants me to come to Puttaparthi for New Year, but it is too far...so what to do????? We move to the Oceana tomorrow, and it is full of Germans, and although beautiful I don't want to be there. So I need to do a big meditation and find out why I am so bloody frustrated and irritated.....or just disappear for a few days and go native I am obviously more at home with the Indians than the tourists...a COWBOY AT HEART