Romance

I was assured by my friends that I would meet a few fitties on my travels. Well so far I've not met the man of my dreams, but I have had some interesting offers.

First there was Jan, a Thai who plied me with whisky in an attempt to get me to his room to "boom boom". I don't think he meant he wanted to listen to music with me.

Next there was Peter, a Nepalese tailor, who tried to woo me with the lure of a free pair of black slacks "depending on how friendly we become". I wonder how friendly we needed to be for say a shift dress or a full three-piece suit? I didn't wait to find out.

I've had some interesting encounters with Finnish men. The first, Yaloo, a bearded bloke (alas not the folky type, more akin to Captain Birdseye's facial forest), offered me a drink. I accepted at his insistence, only to find out he had no money to pay for the damn drinks. There was something wrong with his cards he claimed. Stupidly I footed the bill. Some things never change.

The next Finnish guy told me he was looking for a wife and invited me to his room within minutes of meeting me. I spent Christmas eve with him (not in his room I might add). I bumped into him and his mate yesterday. We are going to the "breathtaking" Four Thousand Islands together today. It's an important wetland habitat for both bird and aquatic life. I hope to catch a glimpse of the rare Irrawaddy dolphin, of which sadly there are only a few left. Let's hope the Finnish guy is interested in more than just bird watching.