So we have spent a wonderful day just chilling out on the beach, and I think I’m about to have a soapbox moment. Why is it all the roads here are better than home, why is the beach cleaner, both before and after everyone has gone? There must have been thousands of locals on the beach, it was Hindi New Year, and there wasn’t a can or any litter anywhere! We are In the middle of nowhere and there were two lifeguards on duty, & tourist beach patrol. After having a lovely meal, watching the sun go down and a few gin & tonics we asked the bar owner to call us a taxi and he sent the waiter to drive us home. We had only gone a couple of miles before a pig ran out into the road, hotly pursued by a feisty dog right into the path of an on coming motorbike. The biker braked to miss the pig but crashed and skidded with the bike on top of him for about 20 feet. People say life is cheap in India, but within a couple of minutes there were a crowd of us trying to help the poor guy. He looked as though he had cracked a few ribs, broken an arm and badly cut his legs. He was very lucky, he had no helmet on, he could have been dead. Anyway someone got help for him, someone else went to try to catch the dreaded pig, probably for dinner, and someone else gave the guy his phone back that had bounced down the road. This had a devastating effect on himself, no chance of hiring the Royal Enfield now, yikes you never know where the next pig will come from!
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