This is Dave and Rob. They are the ones who saved me from the firey Kashmiri and the guys with whom I am hanging around these days.
















This is Dave with Sung. If he introduces himself, Sung says he's Danish, but don't be fooled by his golden locks and blue eyes. Underneath those teutonic good looks, he is, in fact, Cambodian. He doesn't have much strength in his limbs and sometimes needs a walking frame, but, interestingly, he chose India to back-pack around, despite the fact that it's renowned as the hardest country in which to do so.

This is Rob with a trance-loving Israeli (is there any other kind) called Almog and the only Indian woman I've met who is travelling by herself, Simar.

Almog has been travelling for 10 months now, but bought a new slim Playstation 2 a few weeks ago, so that gave something to do of an evening. Until, that is, I mentioned that I had a chess board. This delighted him, so we played chess instead. Now the whole bloody guest house is playing chess and all I want to do is shoot zombies. Dang.

He also has a pair of seriously large speakers, with a home-made look to them, that I think used to belong to a car. He plays trance music on them all day. Double-dang.