Maldives 8


Chakku – Indian Staff Member HIH

Find a great shop in Villingili called Apollo. Alongside the cabbages and curry paste, it boasts a selection of special creams for: armpit-whitening, nipple-pinkening and Lady a Vergin (don’t ask). Continue reading “Maldives 8”


Maldives 7

At Hulhule Hotel pool - my regular haunt

The Author by the HIH Pool

On the way home I have tea in a café, choosing noodles and mango juice.  The chap who brings the juice is about thirty and sits down. Continue reading “Maldives 7”

Maldives 6

Walk on Maldives Island

I am ensconced in a two-bedroom apartment all to myself. I have not bathed in such luxury since I left my three-bedroom London squat in 1993. Continue reading “Maldives 6”

Maldives 5


HIH Pool at Sunset

I have managed to scrounge up two young men (who, strangely, do not speak English) to clean the gaggable filth left behind by the previous tenants. Nazrul is very dark and average looking whilst Habab is the best looking man I have ever shared breathing-space with. A visage normally residing within Italian Vogue.

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Maldives 4


Fellow Passengers

On my way back home, a man catches me up. He saw me at HIH and wants to get together. We arrange that for tomorrow.

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Maldives 3

Dhoni Towards Male’ from Ibrahim Nasir Airport

My “processing” begins with the aid of Shiva, a debonair Indian with a lush moustache worthy of writing home about. I suspect he would be better looking sans moustache but I can hardly say that.  I imagine I will get around to it, however.

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Maldives 2

Lone Palm

The Police station is opposite me. Quite what they do I cannot imagine, especially as the station appears to be bigger than the hospital.

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