So haven’t written anything for a few days and can’t think where to start as my memory is a bit rubbish. Ok so got back from my bike ride and tried to go to the old fort that overlooks the beeches but police men were there and wouldn’t let us up as it was going dark!! Just went out for dinner and after Christian suggested we watch a movie so me him and laura did that which was good (men in black 2 – was just the right sort of movie for a very hungover day) Laura fell asleep and then I went to bed. That night we’d decided to get up at 6 and watch the sun come up from the old fort. So next morning Laura knocked on my door at 6 in the morning and I shouted some obscenities at her but she was insistent that I come, luckily for me I’d fallen asleep in my clothes so I just got straight up and was ready to go (after cleaning my teeth obviously!!..) Was really worth it when we got up there as the sun was just appearing and the place looked spectacular (can’t really put it into words but magical) came back down and went to the hotel (which is still lovely) and had breakfast there. Had a little nap then we all decided to go to Arambol again. Phoned the Indian lads and they came and met us and met a random English guy called mat (he was cool) he started talking to me in the book shop and turns out we have a mutual dislike of Salmen Rushdies midnights children (not a good book in my opinion). Stayed on the beech all day surfing, swimming and having fun. Saw some Indians playing cricket so me and matt decided to show them how it’s done (think I hit the ball once before being stumped out!!!!) everybody (about 6 people) decided to have dinner in a restaurant on the beach but I didn’t fancy it and wanted a change. Ended up walking about 400 meters down the beach and bumping into the Irish guy (sean I think) that I’d met in Mumbai. Had a few beers with him chatted football politics and that sort of stuff, turns out he was a lawyer but didn’t really like it, nice guy! Met up with every body again and they were ready to go home. It had gone dark by now and I was a bit (understatement) pissed but Laura was driving. I decided I would turn the bike round but made a big mess of it and we had all the restaurant people watching, in the end one of them turned it round. If that wasn’t bad enough we still had to drive home with me giving directions… suffice to say we got really lost at least twice (probably more), thinking it was the right road then starting to have doubts and then being sure it’s the wrong way then finally saying something like ‘do you think this is the right way’ in the end we just kept asking people all the way and got home after about 1 hour 30 minutes, instead of 30 minutes. Was quite an adventure but glad when we got home as it was very dark and they don’t have many street lights. I needed a stiff drink after that and went to the mango bar because I’d never been there before and it was nice. Met 2 scousers and had a ball with them telling stories and having a few beers. We ended up getting the place to open the kitchen up again so we could have soup and noodles then we enjoyed the food so much we got them to open the kitchen again so we could have some more!! They went off with peter (south African) to find a party and I went home, 5 minutes later they had all come to our place and we sat outside chatting some more. Good times!!
Next day was ajuna market, a huge flea market selling all sorts of stuff. I bought some more trousers, a shirt and a beautiful chess set, just need to find someone to play with now!!! Market was cool went to beach there afterwards and I practiced my juggling with some pins?(don’t know if that’s what there called but they look like bowling pins) that some guy had. I’m getting better. Everybody else decided they wanted to go to vagator but I decided to stay around ajuna as it had a good feel to it. Was in this one café which was really cool, on the beech, families running around, sun shining and some really good trance music on (getting into my trance at the moment) after everyone had gone I went to a bar where a band were playing and started talking to an older Irish guy, he was cool, he’d been coming to goa for 20 years and loved it. Had really nice time getting slowly pissed, was suppose to meet everybody else at a nightclub at 10 so left to go to nightclub(about 11). Walked down the beech trying to find it, meet some nice randoms – a Russian who climbs buildings for fun (told him to climb blackpool tower) and his friends, a Canadian and a guy who owns a hostel. Guy who owns hostel phoned me a taxi and I went to club, got too club and they wanted loads of money off me to go in as I was alone. They wouldn’t let me check to see if my friends were there which was rude. Nearly went in with this Russian girl as her friends were going to go home but they came back and she went in with one of them, then I meet 2 English girls who escorted me into the place. Turns out entry was high anyway because it was free drinks once you were inside. I was already slightly drunk by now but decided to start drinking large gins. Not the best idea. Had a really good time in there, the girls were really cool and got on really well with them (can’t remember there names though – sorry !) had a good dance spoke loads of rubbish to nice people and then got a taxi home (was very drunk taxi driver charged me to much but couldn’t be bothered to argue. One small problem though was that I lost my wallet!!! No money in it but driving license and bank card. Had no money this morning and had to drive 30 minutes to go to a bank machine that would except my spare card, bit shit but shit happens (very profound if I do say so my self:) today Laura, elka and pete left but they’ve persuaded me to join them on a yoga ashram in December so that should be cool. May even see them in hampi.
Quiet day really today (hungover) went to beach, met an American girl who was nice, said I’d see her tonight but I’m knackered and want a quiet night, not really in mood for conversation), India girl came up to me today (one of the girls who sells stuff on the beach) she asked me to buy her a drink and I was feeling generous so I did. She sat and talked to me for about an hour. Some of the stuff she was saying made me very sad. You forget sometimes how lucky you are. This girl had basically been sold to somebody to work on the beach (not literally but the way she said it she sounded like a slave) and just worked all the time. Had no skills as such and not much hope that her lot in life was going to improve. Nice girl though. In the end she tried to sell me a shawl for far too much money, so I gave her half the money and told her to keep the shawl, maybe I was a bit of a sucker but was a sad strange story.
Just had fish curry now going to go to club and see if my wallet is there then I’m going to bed with a book
Extra bits
Found some places to volunteer but can’t work out dates as its trying to fit it all in while I’m going south with out rushing to much, may have to leave goa soon ;-(
Had to tell certain person on face book that there not my favorite person (sad but had to be done
p.s well done to Krissy for not killing anybody with pumpkin soup!!!
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