Lassie-Wallah

In Diu now. Small island town. Narrow roads. Hardly any hooting. Hardly and cars or auto-rickshaws. It has beaches, which I haven't seen yet. And alcohol. Evening fights.

Had a beer last night in the main tiny town square, in front of the lassie-wallah. He is one crazy guy. Dressed in a skintight ridiculous gold velvety top, a thin gold chain, tight brown trousers, and a colourful kiddies hip pouch, he makes lassie cocktails (buttermilk with mango, peach flavours etc). He throws the glasses into the air, catches them, throws in ice, spins it into the air again (looks unsure - but he's been doing this for years), shakes it, etc ... all to loud Indian music, to which he knows the words very well. People around look at him a bit oddly as he goes through the motions. He juggles too. He showed me his photo album - he's been interviewed for TV several times. He is a very very happy man.

Got up at three today. Might try the beach tomorrow.