Go on Cormac, kill yourself.

Oh my goodness, thank God for rice. Plain boiled rice. It’s getting me through; I’ve had whole plates of it over the past few days. I’m not into that spicy stuff. But I just can’t get enough of that rice. It’s all I’ve eaten at meal times really. But I also like to indulge in some out of date produce from Raju down the road. I bought a litre of sprite and a packet of crisps today for 50 rupees (75p), bargain central in my eyes.
Time seems to be moving a bit faster. The first day or two was so slow, now this is my 6th day in India. I thought I had adjusted to the weather, but I really haven’t. In the summer it will be over 40C, it’s nowhere near that yet and I’m boiling.
My phone doesn’t work in India but I should be able to get an Indian simcard in the next few days which should be okay. I’ve not yet taken a class but I sat in on Simon’s classes today. He’s a German volunteer, he’s very efficient. Simon and his girlfriend, Amelie, are like the nicest people ever. They’re the 2nd best people in this place, the best being Praveen, the Jesuit badboy.
I don’t actually know Praveen that well, but he’s a Jesuit who has a t-shirt that says “Badboi”, he’s only 21, maybe that’s why he’s so bad to the bone.
I found a dead lizard in the bathroom yesterday, that was nice. Our bathroom is horrible, but we’ve got used to it.
I just realised that I have not yet mentioned my story from the sleeper train journey from Bangalore to Raichur. It was an 11 hour train ride and I had been chatting to some Indian lads coming back from university. There was a few of them, and with about half an hour to go to Raichur, some really bizarre Indian transvestites came into the bit where we were sitting and starting demanding money from the people we were sitting with. They were standing up and we were sitting down, they kept clapping their hands and clicking their fingers, shouting stuff, trying to intimidate them so they’d give up some cash. Curiously one of the transvestites looked like Ronaldinho, and wore a blue and dark red sari similar to that of Barcelona’s colours. Anyway, eventually these transvestites got a few coins out of the boys but still not satisfied, the main transvestite went up to one of them and stood over him, then started to lift up his Sari which obviously would have exposed this transvestites penis.

He got more cash in the end. But it was probably the strangest 5 minutes of my life.

Oh, also quite relevant, my favourite Indian song so far?
MY HEART IS SINGING! DANCING!
BALEH BALEH
BALEH BALEH
A little school kid called Madhu taught me that one. It’s a wicked tune, but my motion isn’t fluid enough yet to grace this song with a true exhibition of dance.
Hmm, I think I might be starting to smell of India.
You’ll know what that smells like when I get back.

Thanks for reading this, Ed.

Ps. this was written over a few days hence why it is so fragmented.

And also, i just read your comments, don't make jokes about food that's really not funny right now. i haven't seen an elephant and also allan, i have no idea who's gonna win the superbowl i cant believe the chargers though, how are they in the playoffs?