Budgie Smuggling
Well what can I say?
This particular part of Goa is horizontally laid back.
Last night I went to a market. Food, beer, live entertainment, including a bloke on fire and lots of ethnic chintz. Today I got up at 8am and had a run along the beach before everyone else had come down from the classAtoC filled night.
I stumbled on a day rave at some shack and ventured to see. I have mixed feelings on how I feel about 40-85 year old hippies in loin cloths dancing in the sunlight completely off their nuts. On my escape route I had to dodge the treeless huggers, past the twizzy stick throwing men and deep through soap less territorial to the waters edge.
THEEEWW I made it...only to be confronted by two bat-and-ball playing men in their leopard string G-strings. Now I had seen my fair share of budgie smuggling 'euros' on the Sydney beaches, but never ones so "stringfellow' up the crack. DAMIT.
I made my way back through the maze of dust paths on my trusty 2 wheel bag of rust to the hotel where I spent a while chatting to some fella from Glasgow who had the coolest retro racer.
We went for a drive along the coast to show me all the different beaches and cliff top hangouts passing a couple of big twilight raves. Although Goa (at least this part of it) has bars and beaches and hotels for tourists, there is stil a strong local feel. I visited a small harbour where the fishing boats where coming in and the daily catch was being bartered for. It was one of the many good and interesting experiences I have crammed into a very chilled out day.
Little did I know that my very friendly guide was also some fella that sold certain produce that are in high demand in these areas. I was 'accidentally' introduced to some very rich Indians with cool cars/bikes/cloths. Only turned out they are the bloody Goa-mafia...GREAT.
On my way back he gets pulled by the police, I drive on. Later I find out he had to pay his usual 50,000Rs 'fine' (600 squid). At this point a sharp exit is taken and I'm off.
I think tomorrow I'll just sit on the beach.
This particular part of Goa is horizontally laid back.
Last night I went to a market. Food, beer, live entertainment, including a bloke on fire and lots of ethnic chintz. Today I got up at 8am and had a run along the beach before everyone else had come down from the classAtoC filled night.
I stumbled on a day rave at some shack and ventured to see. I have mixed feelings on how I feel about 40-85 year old hippies in loin cloths dancing in the sunlight completely off their nuts. On my escape route I had to dodge the treeless huggers, past the twizzy stick throwing men and deep through soap less territorial to the waters edge.
THEEEWW I made it...only to be confronted by two bat-and-ball playing men in their leopard string G-strings. Now I had seen my fair share of budgie smuggling 'euros' on the Sydney beaches, but never ones so "stringfellow' up the crack. DAMIT.I made my way back through the maze of dust paths on my trusty 2 wheel bag of rust to the hotel where I spent a while chatting to some fella from Glasgow who had the coolest retro racer.
We went for a drive along the coast to show me all the different beaches and cliff top hangouts passing a couple of big twilight raves. Although Goa (at least this part of it) has bars and beaches and hotels for tourists, there is stil a strong local feel. I visited a small harbour where the fishing boats where coming in and the daily catch was being bartered for. It was one of the many good and interesting experiences I have crammed into a very chilled out day.
Little did I know that my very friendly guide was also some fella that sold certain produce that are in high demand in these areas. I was 'accidentally' introduced to some very rich Indians with cool cars/bikes/cloths. Only turned out they are the bloody Goa-mafia...GREAT.
On my way back he gets pulled by the police, I drive on. Later I find out he had to pay his usual 50,000Rs 'fine' (600 squid). At this point a sharp exit is taken and I'm off.
I think tomorrow I'll just sit on the beach.
posted by winkingring at 2:34 pm
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