Disco

I decided not to accept the invitation of going to an Indian disco back in Udaipur, but I had no reason no to go to the one in Diu. Back in Udaipur I was alone, and the possibility of having to go back to the guest house at late hours in the night by myself, when the disco was 2 kilometers away wasn't really appealing.

Xavi, Bill and I went for an hour of entertainment. Just a couple of Indian women to be seen, and none of them danced. Men danced crazily, as they always do, and they even ventured with some breakdancing moves. At some point Israelis came and the girls felt free to dance as much as they wanted. No one bothered them at all.

As I have said before, gay people are seen in bunches in Diu. And so, the disco was mainly gay. I was insistently offered to go to the dance floor. Offer I kindly refused. No point in being rude about it either.

To be honest, the disco had nothing to do with a big disco. It's closing time was 11 pm. Everyone behaved properly as lights went on and the music stopped. I have never seen something similar in Europe. Everyone always wants more. Must be the capitalist behavior, more, more and more. I bet European discos would like costumers like here, not only they behave, but they consume quite a lot.