Modesty in India.

Mahabalipuram, 04-12-1994. "You hear that a thousand times a day", The irate voice behind me whispers. Turning around I see the voice belongs to a pretty blond passing me while this beggar - he must be the skinniest beggar in the whole of India, dressed only in a loin-cloth - tries one more time to get some baksheesh out of her, completely ignoring me. On the beach I see rich middle- and upper class indians bathing with their clothes on, the local fisherman 30 m. further on is less modest, cleaning his ass with sea water after just having a shit in full view!!!