So we were on the beach yesterday, at Udaipur, which is a fishing village along the coast of Digha. It's in Orissa, and yes, the other one is in Rajasthan. So well, we were on the beach and indulging in a bit of debauchery. Primate and I joined these guys a little late, and found them having a brilliant time with some chilled beer - they'd bought a whole crate. The beer tasted unbelievably good with the sun and the sea, and we downed it like hungry little babies. (Woody, by the way, has excellent bottle-opening skills. Just cracks them open with his canines. Maybe a little scary too.) Then, Primate proceeded to get buried under the sand, with a bit of beer being poured down his throat occasionally, courtesy me. And he drifted into glorious, undisturbed sleep. Sure, right after that, the LAN guy and I got ourselves buried as well. It's the most relaxing feeling, with so much soft, warm weight over you, I'm surprised they haven't turned this into a money-making venture. A little while after, the other guys moved to the really shady woods right next to where we were camped. And funnily, a few local urchins had started gathering around us like we were a sight to watch. Maybe we were, but they stood there and stared for more than 5-10 minutes.
So we decided we'd need to take turns watching over our stuff and Primate just so nothing happens to either. When I got to my shift, these boys had gotten bolder and started to release this little crab that they had on a leash near us. I kept telling them to go away and not bother us. But they must have sensed that I was a little disoriented and could have some fun when I wasn't looking or something, and released the crab near Primate. I shouted at them that time, and got the rest of the onlookers to leave, except for the boy with the crab and a couple of his friends who hung about a little away from where we were.
LAN guy came back for his shift and I explained the situation to him. By this time the rest of the guys came back from the woods, and we decided to wake Primate up since he seemed to be the centre of attraction. By this time, the boys had alerted half the beach's attention to us and fishermen and random rickshaw drivers flocked towards base camp and stared down at Primate. We woke him up, and a man in the gathering confessed that they thought he was dead. Skinny Legs was really pissed off and commented on the villagers' daftness to them, said "does he look like a ghost to you?" - the guy said "yes". In five minutes, we packed up and left.
