Last night when I came back to my hotel in Jodhpur, I was to my surprise met by the young man who had sold me the Kashmir shawls earlier in the afternoon. He looked confused and blinked a few times.
"What are you doing here?'
"I live here, what are YOU doing here?"
"I live here too, my brothers are running the hotel".
We looked at each other suspiciously for a while, and then started to laugh; Jodhpur might be a small town with "only" 800 000 inhabitants, but it shouldn't be THAT small.
Later on I made another, less pleasant, aquaintance with the drunk, who had accosted Brina and me THREE times in Jaisalmer with the words, "I come from Jodhpur, if you see me there you buy me a beer ok?". This very same little man jumped out of the shadows just as I was on my way back from the clock tower, "I come from Jaisalmer, where are you from?", he blurted, thankfully not realising that we had already met way too many times before.
Oh no! I can't believe you ran into him again! At least he didn't rememer you--did he ask you for a beer?
ReplyDeleteNo, thank god he was too drunk to remember me, but I just can't believe that I met him AGAIN, I mean - what are the odds of that?!
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