I was also in India last year on my back from Thailand. I have a friend in Goa who offered me a free place to stay for a week, there are some of the loveliest beaches in the world there, so it wasn't difficult to decide. An added plus was that the wife had to get back to her job in Canada, so I was to be on my own for 10 days in India.

I've been to India twice before. Back when I was a student, (oh so long ago), I won a scholarship and decided to study something I really loved. I already had a degree in my chosen profession, (I'm a writer), so I embarked on a second degree in South Asian history and religion. I really loved it, and over the three years it took to get the degree managed to visit Asia four times.

It's surprising to me that India does not have a better rep here. I of course will not disagree with the observations already made here regarding poverty. It's rampant and unavoidable if you choose to move about on foot as I like to. You have to get in the right mental space though. My first trip there I was overwhelmed as well. Crying children with missing legs clinging to my moving taxi, Mothers with empty dried up breasts holding mal-nourished children, kids and families literally sitting in their own and animal filth. It saddened and angered me. Your first reaction is to empty your pockets. Your second is to want to grab the people by the neck, shake them and tell them stop sitting in their own shit and clean themselves up. That's natural. I've met many many North Americans and Europeans travelling to India for the first time. Most can't adjust. Those that can't either never go back, or insulate themselves from the real India with money. Fair enough.

I learned to deal with the poverty by in part becoming more admittedly more callous and realistic towards the situation. Yes the suffering is real. But why should I take it more seriously than the victims do? I've seen the same truck drop off beggars - and then pick them up at the end of the day. I've seen a man who had to rap his begging cup on the ground with his teeth because he had no limbs actually laugh at a generous German lady who gave him $50.00! While she was there he cried and cried, as soon as she departed she was a big joke with him and his friends. I've seen whip sellers pretend to demonstrate their goods on the children of the street just to 'encourage' foreigners to give him money so he'd stop. When the foreigner is gone, the kids who were 'whipped' get their cut. Yes there's misery, but it's been there for hundreds of years and is a fact of life in India. You aren't going to change it. If you like, make a donation to a reputable centre, but for the rest of the time, let the beggars know you are not giving them one rupee, unless you are getting something back for it, like a good shoe shine or some other real service. Trust me, it's the kindest thing you can do. If they think you're a soft touch they'll waste valuable time, following you for blocks, to get some baksheesh. Even if you're not angry, flash some mock anger at them. Then they'll know to leave you alone.

For those who, as someone said in another report, make lemonade from lemons, India can be a paradise, especially for those of us who love Indian women.


I've had fantastic times there. The women in Kerala are especially gorgeous with that combination of slim feminine bodies, tiny feet, and huge natural tits. Oh the memories of living on a houseboat and having my pick of the shore bound beauties for $5.00 back in the late 80's.

Some general guidelines, Delhi IS pretty much a write off for pay for play - but only in comparison to the rest of India. When you compare it to many other places, it's great.

This may sound a bit weird, but trust me, the best thing you can do, is befriend a Sikh. The Sikh's are great partyers and pride themselves on being able bully every other group. Though a small part of the population, they make up a huge part of the army, and are in influential positions. My first time there I went to a gurudwara, (Sikh temple), in the Chowdni Chowk market to buy a book of scriptures for a fellow student. They knew what I wanted, but had to send for it. While I was there, a group of fellows who were hanging out at the temple brought me food and something to drink. (It was disgusting). The important thing was they noticed me eyeing some of the girls in the bazaar. "You like sahib?" one asked. After a session drinking tea at a nearby establishment and a very funny conversation, Peshara and I were like two old friends. He got me everything, girls for $5.00 or $10.00 for WBTYM sessions, or lovely classier girls for $100.00 who stayed all night. I have found that many many girls are approachable. You cannot overtly ask for sex, but if you invite them for an ice cream, drink, or movie, and they say yes, or are even hesitant, you are in. Asking doesn't hurt, be polite.

Stay away from the Bombay or Calcutta red light scenes. Gross, gross, gross. Dingy rooms, skanky women, and the stories of disease and slavery are not made up.

Girls selling sweets on the train, selling water from carts, working in banks, the KLM office, hotel maids, I've had repeated success with all of them. Often for much less than what I would pay in Thailand, or for a pro. Many of these girls are not pros, in my experience - they're the best. Keep U.S. cash on you, in small denominations, $5's and $10.00's. That's usually enough.

For my most recent trip I had to fly into Delhi. It was a Sunday, I was only going to be there one or two nights before leaving for Goa. Places where you can change money are scarce on a Sunday, so I headed for the Ashok Hotel, a state run 5 star. It's a rip-off, but they give a fair exchange rate, and I knew I would not have trouble finding entertainment for the evening. Off we went, with the taxi trying to rip me off by asking for $40.00 to take me to the hotel. I just laughed and got in his cab. When we got to the hotel I gave him $10.00 and told him to get lost. He blew a gasket, started yelling and saying I'd agreed to $40.00! I kept my cool, smiled and said, just a second. I asked the bellboy to get the Manager of the hotel. I knew he'd get no such person, but a second or so later he was back with the floor captain. I told him I'd been to this hotel before, (true), and that this cabby was trying to rip me off. Could the floor captain please tell him off for me? And I pressed $5.00 into his hand. Two minutes later the cabby was grumbling...and leaving. I asked the same guy if it was possible to find some companionship so late on Sunday, or could he work something out for me? He said no problem, and asked me for $250.00. I smiled and asked him if he was afterall related to the cabby. He laughed and asked me what I wanted to spend. I told him I wanted a good clean Muslim girl, (his nameplate said Ali), and that she was not expected to stay the night. I gave him $100.00, (way too much really), but he took it and smiled. Doing it this way, I told him several things without really having to say it. First, the Muslims in India have always believed they are far better than Hindus. They ruled the place for a thousand years afterall. I noticed his Muslim name and specifically asked for a muslim girl, being disdainful of a Hindu girl, which told him I was a discriminating chap, and a bit experienced. Not mentioning the price and just giving him the money told him there'd be no more. Lastly, I suggested, though did not outright lie, that if he chose well for me, I would be repeating the transaction for each night I was there. I did, but of course I was only there for another night. ;)

An hour and a half later he was back with Nasreen. Oh my, oh my. I had joked about how it was nice to have a woman that was fat in the right places, and Ali had not let me down. Nasreen looked like she'd stepped off a temple wall. Great big double D's, a waist I could almost encircle with both hands joined at the thumb tips, and nicely swaying hips. She looked to be about nineteen, no makeup, and in imitation western style pants and simple blouse.

At that moment, my cell phone rang. The wife. How was my trip, did I get settled in? Guiltily answered and got off the phone quick as possible. Nasreen is one of your typical modern Indian teens. She headed for my laptop and barely asking permission asked me if she could check it out. Nothing sensitive was accessible, so I let her under my watchful eye. It gave me an opportunity to appraise her more carefully, and I was starting to get horny doing so. I decided to grab a quick shower, and to my surprise, she joined me. We started there. Once I'd soaped up and well, she pointedly rinsed off my raging dick and moved down. She was utterly self assured and without nerves.

The Ashok is supposedly a 5 star, but has the worst housekeeping I've ever seen in a premium hotel. The shower had rust or mildew stains and the floor of the bathroom had a gritty unwashed feeling over the ice-cold marble. We dried off, I picked her up, and plopped her on the bed. She was excellent. Very enthusiastic, a bit too hairy down there for my liking, (which is a constant with Indian girls unfortunately), and at one point she flipped over on top of me and did that move where only her hips were moving while the rest of her body was motionless and she looked down into my eyes. I didn't take that for long. Rested, then she blew me, and was gone. Next night I repeated with her, but this time for $60.00 and a standard $20.00 tip to Ali.

I like the train in India. I know, I must be crazy. But, if you take your time and approach it with the right attitude it can be fun. I've met lots of great girls travelling back and forth for school in the 3rd class travel. If you buy a travel pass, you can get on and off as you like if the native smells, sights and sounds get to be too much for you. This time though, I flew straight to Goa where I was met by my friend. I left my baggage in the Ashok and took only a small denim back back with personals and a change of clothing, two bathing suits.

I speak Portuguese, so for me Goa is especially cool. The natives consider themselves different from the rest of India, (they are), and many are proud of having Portuguese last names and quite affectionate towards things Portuguese. Good for me. Goa is also much looser than the rest of India, blow jobs on the beach from both Indian and tourist girls are not uncommon. Many Indian families vacation there to see the dwindling hippies and the decadent western behaviour. Again, here there's a pretty vibrant prostitution scene. I stay away from it.

My friend's house is not too far from the Aguada Beach Resort, built on a 16th century Portuguese fort. There are a lot of support workers living nearby, and one morning out for a walk I noticed Esmeralda. I noticed her first because of what she was doing. It's common to see people performing puja all over India in the mornings. It's a worship or ablution to a particular deity and takes many different forms. Esmeralda was performing puja to a Christ figure on the cross! I was fascinated. The next day I walked by at the same time, and there she was again. She looked to be in her mid to late 20's, thin and elegant, with maybe a nice set of B's, though it was hard to tell in the flowing sari. She saw me watching, and when she was done, nodded and smiled. I smiled back, and told her I'd never seen puja performed to a christian icon. She laughed, and said why not? Only in India.

We got to talking, and I knew from her relaxed manner that she knew what I wanted, and was cool with it. Esmeralda became my gf while I was there, and for no money. Sure I took her out to dinner and bought her gifts, but she did not want cash. She worked as a maid and had her own separate little bungalow off a little bit from her employer's house. We were discrete, but the Austrian family she worked for was very cool about her having company. She said more than once how such an arrangement would be practically impossible for a single woman living anywhere else in India.

Anyway, those are my most recent experiences there. I thought it might be interesting to those of you who go to India, and are turned off by easier to find scene.

Fascinating, I was interested in India a few years back but never made it. Kerala is very attractive with great food and scenery. Can you share your houseboat stories, and give us some tips to make a trip rewarding. Thanks

Woww...Talk about memories? I stayed in Goa for 4 days once and like you found it to be very different from other parts of India. I was lucky enough to stay at the Aguada because my host was comping my stay.

I was fascinated by the Portuguese architecture, and the huge church downtown in red-brick was beautiful. I also remember eating at a Portuguese restaurant in downtown that was very famous. Entrance was on the corner of the building.

Like you, I found one on the beach actually picking oysters out of the rocks (I wouldn't have eaten them for all the money in the world but for them, it was how they got their daily nourishment).

Sweet little 19 year old who was with her mother and sisters. She started off by showing me how they collected the oysters. When she offered me one I declined. She spoke a little English and we were talikg about where I was from, how long in Goa, what did I think of her city etc. Her mother actually came over and encouraged her to go with me (a new experience for me). I did get some stares from the hotel staff when she walked in with me. When we left, we went to a store and bough her some decent clothes. She spent 2 days with me. Food, clothes and someplace clean to stay...not another cent was asked for although I did giver her $50 for her companionship. she cried and told me it was more than her entire family made in a month.

Another interesting event. When I was meeting with my host at his manufacturing facility, I noticed a lady outside by the road with a 16 pound sledge hammer. (she probably only weighed 90 pounds) She would take a large boulder; break it up into small pebbles; and carry it in a small basket to the road and dump it. She repeated this process for hours in the blazing hot sun. I asked my host why they just didn't get heavy equipment to do that. He told me she probably only made $.50 per day and heavy equipment was very expensive. I quit asking stupid questions from there on!

I know what you mean. Being Portuguese, Goa is a pretty weird experience for me too, in a good way. It's strange to see so many familiar things, in that setting.

No doubt the economics of India are an eyeopener to anyone from a developed country. The number of 'professions' built on activities we in the west don't give a second thought to. I mean, where else in the world will you find a union for ear cleaners?

LuckyJackson,
Can you please comment on Nasreen's language ability: did she speak any English?

Regarding this para in your report:
"Girls selling sweets on the train, selling water from carts, working in banks, the KLM office, hotel maids, I've had repeated success with all of them. Often for much less than what I would pay in Thailand, or for a pro. Many of these girls are not pros, in my experience - they're the best. Keep U.S. cash on you, in small denominations, $5's and $10.00's. That's usually enough."

Most Indian women are very conservative and if married are very faithful to their husbands.
I am curious: What was your modus-operandi? What kind of "pick-up line" did you use? Did you offer money or were these women looking for sex with a foreigner??

Thanks!

Bkkguru,

Yes Nasreen spoke excellent English, like many girls there with a slight U.K. accent.

Regarding the paragraph you asked about, yes I know what you mean. One must tread carefully in order not to offend or get in trouble. It's difficult to advise without knowing the person I'm communicating with. In one ear, what I have to say may be understood, for another kind of person, it may get him in trouble. I was never overt in my intentions to bed women who were clearly not in the biz. However, let me give you some examples. There was a girl, who was not selling soft drinks outside the hotel, but who was just hanging around the cart. She looked perhaps 18 or 19, but was probably in her 20's. After I bought a bottle of Limca, (yes I know the joke about this being nicknamed Limp-cock), she asked me for some change. Right away, I noticed she was not the typical beggar. Very clean clothes and what's more telling, a very direct gaze. I stepped away from the cart so we could not immediately be overheard. I asked her if she wanted a few rupees, or many. Of course, if she answers such a question, she's going to be willing. But I kept the tone light, just in case I had guessed wrong about her. Sometimes you do.

In the KLM office I met a stunning auburn haired beauty, she looked like she'd stepped out of the pages of a fashion mag. Obviously with her I did not use the same tactics. I sat down, (I was there to confirm my flight), and told her the air conditioning was feeling amazing. We got to talking, and pretty soon I managed to mention that I had not been able to find any of the upper class restaurants - a stupid lie, but a great excuse to ask her to join me for dinner when she rattled off the names of a few places. Sure I was rebuffed a couple of times by some ladies, but it was worth it this time, because she said yes. This is what's totally different in the east, IMO. If I ask a girl out in Canada, it is not certain that she will hop in the sack with me on the first date, In India and Thailand my experience has been that if they say yes, or even hesitate when you ask them out, then it's a sure thing you will be screwing her soon.

LJ,

You left the encounter with the girl near the "Limca" stand unfinished. Did she go with you?
Or was your guess wrong about her?

When did you meet on Nasreen and the KLM lady? Was it on your most recent trip?

Thanks!