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Snakes on a plane.

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I have fallen in love with Goa. It is the most relaxing, tranquil place imaginable. The water is the perfect temperature, just warm enough for you to want to run in but still cool enough to beat the heat. And what a heat it is! I have experienced heat like this before but never this constant. It used to get this hot in t at the beginning of the year but this is just never-ending heat. It goes on into the night. The fan we had in our room didn’t do much. Just move the heat around. But according to locals it was cool compared to the hot season. We quickly realised we were there at the perfect time of the year. Just after the “on-season”. Not too hot (apparently), and nice and quite. The prices are all much lower too. We were reminded of this every time we tried to buy something. The vendors would not let us forget what a bargain we were apparently getting.

So we were in Anjuna for a total of 6 days. We hired a scooter almost everyday and went zooming about from beach to beach and just taking some random left and right turns. We met some real nice Canadian girls and a Irishman. We all went on a scooter adventure one day, trying to find some remote roads and beaches. That day we also explored an old fort build in the 1700 to protect a river mouth. From there we could see the curvy coastline with white sands breaking the green line of palm trees every here and there.

I did a lot of shopping in Anjuna. Everything is so cheap and there are the most interesting things on display. The nicest clothes. Will and I each bought ourselves some very baggy boho pants. Speaking of decorating ourselves. William also added to his tattoo collection while we were there. He gets a tattoo in every country of significance he visits. So, having made such a big impression on him, India marked him with a snake. King cobra to be exact. This meant that it was not only me who couldn’t swim properly anymore. Our last beach days were therefore spent mostly lazing in the shade.

Our next and final stop was to be Bangalore. Will and I are both to fly out of here. Him heading to the UK to fetch the bike. And me heading for Thessaloniki in Greece to wait for him. We wanted to take a train again but all the tickets were sold out. So we were left with only one option. An overnight bus. We were a bit worried about this. The Canadian girls had told us some horror stories, involving cockroaches among other things, about their experience. But it turned out to be just fine. We were in A/C sleeper class. This meant a double-decker bus with tiny cubicles with beds for William and I. This was a very new concept for us. They don’t have anything like this in The States or SA. We were in the top cubicle with about half a meter space between us and the ceiling of the bus. It wasn’t as bad as it sounds. Being a night trip we just tried to sleep through it. That night we drove through thunder storms and over crazy roads. It felt like we were permanently in a mountain pass what with all the turns the bus was doing.

We arrived safely in Bangalore at about 9 the next morning. I could immediately tell that Bangalore is a much more modern city than say Mumbai and Delhi. The roads are a bit better and the buildings taller and shinier. There is a giant, brand new mall about 200m away from our hotel. It has everything you could ask for, including a Taco Bell, KFC, Spar (yes Spar) and many more. We treated ourselves to Taco Bell AND KFC yesterday! So naughty. But we figured that as soon as we get to Europe we won’t afford such luxuries.

Will only had one day to enjoy the city. He left at 12 last night for his 4am flight to England this morning. So now it’s just me and this crazy city for about 4 days. I’m kinda grateful for this mall now! But I’ll try do some other exploring  too. Then I have another 4 or 5 days in Greece.

Well I have to go find some food now and then maybe a new camera? I’ll prob post again before I leave 🙂

“Are my teeth OK?!”

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It is as if years have passed since the last time I blogged. Well, it feels that way considering how much has happened in between. We are now in the very hot, very tropical part of India, Goa. The last news you had been of my camera incident. We never actually went to find the camera. I was arguing with myself about that the whole day. Should I go? Is it worth it? Will we find it? Should I put William through all that just for a camera when we still had his to use? So we firstly decided to leave it till the next day and enjoy the wonderful beach town of Colva. We stayed in quite a nice resort with a pool  for about R80 for a room. The sand here is soft and white. The water is luke warm and there are coconuts everywhere! My parents will be able to tell you that this is my kind of paradise (especially because of the coconuts)! There are pub/restaurants all along the beach, each with a unique vibe and sound. We watched the sun go down, had dinner at the resort (our table was also on the sand) and then hit the hay.

The next day was slightly more eventful. We decided to take a walk through the little town and do some shopping. My bags are already filled to the brim but I seem to always find a spot for something else. Because I couldn’t stop talking about my camera all morning Will suggested we rent a scooter and take a ride up to the railway track to see if we get lucky. So, thinking that I was quite an accomplished driver I wanted to give it a go. I mean how hard can it be? No gears, and I’ve ridden many go-carts and 4-wheelers before thanks to my brother. Boy, did this turn out to be the worst decision I’ve made in a long time (or since the day before when I lost my camera anyway).  Well, after a good start I had to deal with my first obstacle: an Indian round-a-bout. Let’s just say it didn’t go as planned because the next thing I was flying through the air. I slammed down pretty hard on my chin. Now those who know me would know how I feel about blood etc. I just didn’t look. I couldn’t. The first words I could get out were, “Are my teeth OK!?”. William tried not to freak me out so he just said everything was fine. Immediately there were about 15 Indian guys all around me. A water bottle was being emptied on my head and face and I was told to hold my chin. It was about then that I realised the dirt in my mouth was actually the chips of my tooth. I was then zoomed off (on another scooter) to the clinic where I was to receive 3 stitches. After the first two the doctor stopped because I couldn’t handle it anymore.

So now I look like I’ve had some very fancy plastic surgery done on my chin and my one tooth is chipped. Needless to say I was very bummed. This meant no swimming. IN GOA!!! Well at least not any major swimming. I managed to go in the next day. I just had to stay in the shallow waters.We decided to stay in Colva for a few more days just so that I could get over the shock. But we are now in Anjuna. Each place we go to seems to just be better than the previous. There are more foreigners here but it’s much more relaxed than Colva. It has a very bohemian feel to it. The restaurants are all either over looking the sea and decorated so beautifully with lanterns and hippy music. The little stalls here don’t all have the same thing like most do in the rest of India. We rented another scooter. I won’t lie and say I wasn’t a little nervous when I first got on again. But like I said before, William is the one who should be driving and is quite skilled in this area so I soon relaxed. It really is the best way to get around. The beaches here are about 10min from each other so we go zooming between them all day. And it’s cheap, about R30 a day! And speaking of cheap: we spoiled ourselves last night and had lobster! It tasted amazing but it was destroyed in about 5min. For only R100, we felt we just had to give it a try.

So now we are off to have a cool drink on the beach and a swim for William. And I think pizza is in order as well, even though it takes me about 30min to eat 2 slices..

(oh and I didn’t have any photos with me now so I’ll put them up at a later stage)