It took ten hours by bus until we got to Goa. It was totally worth all the trouble, and heat.. and nasty pollution on my skin.
us girls decided to sleep in a beach hut. it is literately about a 10 second walk from the beach. it is small, but it has character. i almost love it. almost prefer it. but not for too long. we went to this really great italian restaurant called magic italy. we had spinach, tomato, mozza, mush and zucchini pizza. also this amazing salad that was just veggies with a friggen great oil on top. i was living the dream with that. we walked around town for a bit... and wanted to go to the silent disco. it is the tourist thing to do here. but since the season is almost over, the disco is over... so... it was a no go. :(
then we went for italian coffee and ice cream. i was really sick after that so i went to bed. and visited the bathroom a fair amount of time. (too much information? probably. pray for health)
today we shopped the strip. i bought some presents and some stuff for myself. then we hit up the beach. i had an allergic reaction to the water.. i guess because all my mosquito bites with the salt water, so i got out and showered. my friend mina, who did my henna for a steal of a deal and i hung out as she decorated my foot. i love it! soon we are going to meet our hippie friend for supper. he is bringing some of his friends. should be fun! then we're off to a relaxing night of music at a local beach bar.
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Sounds like your tummy is rebelling against the foreign cuisine you are subjecting it to. Hope things stay on the up and up and not the up and upchuck! Remind me when you get back to the great white north and I will tell you an incident that happened to me in the heart of Islamic Cairo where my belly went boom. It wasn't pleasant but is pretty funny now. Please tell me that Goa is as beautiful as everyone says it is. It is definitely on my "to-go" list in the next little while. Love your postings... keeps me grinning as you experience third world bathroom facilities and cultural eating habits... oh yeah, and of course the paper thong! I'd have to be careful in India... I'm left-handed. I insulted a whole family in Jordan by crossing my legs one time and showing them the bottom of my souls... drat those short legs! Keep cool.
- Garry
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