I GOA-here and I GOA-there
Turns out it was all a fuss about nothing.
Where was everyone? Looked like there were only 10million and not 19million people
The humidity was manageable.
I had somewhere to stay in the area I wanted.
Most beggars had both eyes if not all limbs.
I laughed and joked about slitting tourist throats with the notorious Bombay cab drivers.
I did not get short changed each time I bought something.
Even the shit in the streets seemed to smell sweeter.
Bombay is a doddle. I'm hardcore now.
I finally took the 1hr ferry from the harbour out to Elephant Island to look at the rock temples carved from caves dating back 400BC. Also on top of the hill I found an old Cannon battery, not sure what era, maybe WWII.
I hooked up with Davey a fella about my own age from Edinburgh and we got upgraded from 2AC carriage for the 11 hr day journey to 1st class. Nice, had a door and AC and even a sink in the corner, sweet. Davey knew a friend of a friend in Goa so we headed straight for that place in the north a place called Anjuna or something like that.
I'm off to the night market tonight which starts about 8 or 10pm. Lots of crap to buy, none of which I will buy. I'm told there are different food stalls and live music and bars. I'm told it rocks.
Of course Ill head up there after I have been to some bar I found off a track that is showing the Utd match at 8pm. So far I think Goa is pretty chilled, a lot nicer than I thought it would be. It's a big place stretching for 100s of KM with each beach having a different type or crowd of people. I just chilled on the beach today, swam in the sea and made new friends.
tatty-bye
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