Hola my good people, a blog so soon you ask hhmmm, am sitting around waiting for photos to upload, taking forever so i thought i would write to kill some time.

We are in the delightful town/city of Pushkar. Take away the tourist shops and you have one stunning city to look at with dare i say a divine lake sitting smack dead in the centre. mountains engulf the city so as you can imagine the views are grande.

There you go, i can be normal and say summit pleasant.

Right so lets get real now. Being a tourist in India is like having a full time occupation, i'm knackered from answering where i'm from and what i do. There are 18 million people in Mumbai alone and 90,000 cabs circulait the area, at least 1 in 5 people wanna ask me where i'm from which is sweet in some senses tho aggravating in others for the simple reason 90 per cnet of people want something from you, the most sickening thing is they say they don't want money but then ask for a possible donation. Drives me nuts.

On the Upside, we got out of mumbai which was good, Bandra is the real India might i add, people have told me India is an enlightening place, i can't use that word. All i am feeling is f***ing anger as to how these people are left to live. It can break your heart at times to look down and see a baby just lieing in the middle of a highwat intersecton on a piece of paper trying to sleep not knowing what the f*** is going on around him/her. It impresses me how they cope and how they make do, i love the community feel, unlike south america who feel f***ed of at being poor and just wanna kill each other, it seems that south americans have what one might call ambition, tho i'm not sayng indians don't it just seems the latino's will do anything to get what they want.

had a real good time in Jaipur, got caught up with some students that wanted to talk, so had sweet tea with them in some dirty shack, they were a good laugh. One went so far as saying he thiks our culture is suspicious, meaning he is not aloud to do just anything, he is 25 and if his mother says he is not aloud to drink they he won't drink. I guess we have lost alot of respect for our elders back home, but then what do you expect when they talk s***e, repeat themselves and smell of piss haha sorry. My mum still calls me the dogs name who i might add died 8 years ago before mine.

Anyhows they were good boys. The following day we we're accosted by a musician, very cool dude who invited us to meet his wife and kids, it was on the way so we did so. The guy has travelled the world in a band and know lived in a cell, a house 2 metres squared with a wife and three stunningly dirty kids. Was interesting to see how he lived and upsetting also. His kids were great, the highlight really, poking your face to see if te white man was real. unfortunately he mentioned the sacred word donation so we left, i wish ididn't end up that way but what can you do.

Anyway i'm hanging out in a town that borders heaven and hell, i'm not aloud to eat meat, eggs or drink alco here, it's supposedly not aloud in the city, however i can take crack and get doped up with some fraudulant priests which sounds pretty cool to me. To add to the occasion i'm staying in the pink floyd hostel, with quite possible the coolest roof terrace looking over the whole of Pushkar. All the staff are either cocked to the eyeballs or have a cold ha its awesome.

Steveo, just so you no cassius is with me, so much so i havent actually changed in three days, the armpits have disintergrated which makes the t-shirt say proper fresh hahaha oh and eddlad the loan of the trainers are awesome, these things will have been twice round the world by the time i get back, tho why you had to write on them that 'i like boys' has led to some suspicious looks dude.

Anyways will write later, am knackered and only 55 picts downloaded beofre the f***er crashed, nightmare, s*** b******s gay, f***wit s*** gay homo testicles haha did that get s\censored hhmm

love you all peace out from a tired and slightly uninspired larusso. it'll come back in time.

xxxx