Good morning.  So Sunday I went to dinner by myself.  The conversation twas very interesting.  I go back to my room and I tried to use my swipe key to get in.  Tried several times but kept gettig a red light meaning it wasn't letting me in.  Kept trying nothing.  This had happened to me before the other day and I had to go the front desk and get the key reset.  Then I remembered I still had my key from staying at the Sheraton in Delhi.  Same exact looking key.  So I thought I may have pulled that one out of my wallet instead.  So I pulled out the other one and tried several times.  Kept trying and trying.  I then looked up.  The number on the door was 1140.  I'm staying in 1134.  I just tried for 10 minutes to get into someone else's room.  I won't even look down the hallway now just in case they happen to be out.  Saturday I went to the pool.  It was a sausage supper.  13 dudes and 3 ladies.  Awesome!  I relaxed a while then went to happy hour.  There's a free happy hour from 6-8 every night.  So I went.  11 dudes 0 ladies.  The odds are excellent here.  I was a little tipsy.  1 beer as I think I said is like 2.5 beers in the US.  So if you have a few Indian beers at 5% alcohol, you're doing pretty good.  I went to dinner again, by myself.  Pork is not really pork here.  I can't explain what it really is.  After that I went to Club Chublin again. Place was packed.  I walked in and they were playing Nelly.  It was funny.  The bar was 5 people deep all the way around.  They have no idea what personal space is.  People pushing and shoving.  It was annoying.  I left.  Sunday I went to a temple on the beach.  It is called Mahalalaporum (sp?).  It was so hot.  I was soaked as soon as I stepped out of the car.  I'm very tired of being a white person in this country.  Everyone thinks I have suitcases of money.  I don't know how much things really cost and I always feel like someone is trying to cheat me.  I don't think it's fair to charge people money for something that was built by an ancient civilization and was discovered.  I understand if a company builds something like an amusement park and charges people to get in, but not charge money to people to see something you discovered.  Anyway, I was looking inside this ancient ruin and as I was talking about no personal space this guy comes right up to me and is looking inside the same window as me.  He got so close to me, his cheek touched my cheek.  I almost punched him.  And it was so hot the B.O. was out of control for everyone around me.  I had Tatoo (the deplane deplane) guy come up to me trying to sell me these cicular rock carvings with the gods carved into them.  I see the same rocks everywhere I go.  He stood about 3 feet tall and said "sir, look at my balls.  look at my balls sir!  they are nice balls!".  What was I supposed to say to that.  "Yes your balls are nice.  You have nice balls".   I said no to the 150 other people trying to sell me crap why would I say yes to him.  But in my humor it was rather funny.  I saw Spiderman 3.  It was just okay.  The theater was packed.  Unfortunately, stinky feet driver's father is "unconcious" as he told me.  He was leaving for 2 weeks to go take care of him.  So now I have a new driver.  I miss my old one.  So I took my new driver to the movie.  His phone rang about 6 times during the movie.  And he answered it every time.  You know when your phone is ringing and while it's still ringing you look at the caller ID to see if you want to answer it.  Well he was letting it ring looking at who it was calling DURING THE MOVIE.  And trust me he wasn't the only one.  I thing it was National Call Your Friend While He Is In A Movie day in India.  2/3's of the theater received and answered calls during the movie.  They were talking, getting up, and just plain annoying the crap out of me the whole time.  Life is grand.  12 more days I hope.