You might say that that for Andrew and I on this trip, two roads diverged in a yellow wood ... yaddah yaddah ...

His hair went one way, and mine another. As my locks get scraggier and scruffier and more like a small haystack, his grow long and luxuriant. Damn him!

Apparently I am not the only person to think that his hair is looking more and more like an Asian Sunsilk commercial as the days pass. As I noted a few entries ago, I've been subject to annoying lascivious staring and the like - but I've got to say, it's been Andrew that's getting all the top-drawer attention from men here.

As we went to board our train at Agra Cantonment, a guy spots Andrew and yells out, 'Hey! Great hair!'

What is up with that? I'm stuck with low-life gropers, and he's getting all the declarations of unbridled passion. Sigh.

His next memorable encounter was in Jodhpur. A twenty-something guy approaches with the following:

'Hey! You look like a movie star!'

To which Andrew responds, 'No. I don't.'

Undeterred, his admirer continues,' Yes, yes. I am looking like Bollywood movie star, but you are looking like Hollywood movie star!'

I was struck not only by the chat-up line, but also by the novel idea that you'd slip a line of praise in about your own good looks as well!