Ruffles Beach Resort
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Swimming pool
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We got a taxi along to Calangute tonight for dinner & a look see. We actually got to see the far end of Candolim as well as we drove down the road. We thought it would make a change & taxi dropped us in the centre but wasn't prepared for how manic it was in Calangute. Traffic like Saigon but with lots more people & smaller roads & masses of small shops & tiny dirty looking cafes. We went in a bar for a ...
... the energy of Goa trance still pumping in my eardrums and in my heart.
After Goa, my trip was never going to be the same. Only when you finally let go completely, you can enjoy every single experience. Not caring about anything, traveling in the train in my swimming shorts and flip-flops and joking as much with the Indian kids as with the adults, India suddenly turned to be a much more enjoyable place to be. Everything had turned into a kind of game now. Goa did that for ...
... it's still so annoying waiting that long in the sun not knowing what's going on. After lunch I went to the Orphanage, today I met the nun who runs the Orphanage, she is not very nice, Alina and I were back in our class working with some children and the Sister came in, firstly she hit all the children she walked past on the head with a protractor and then she came over to me and asked me what I was doing, one of the girls, Dolly, said I was writing out ...
... The lesson consisted of him taking me to a field, riding around
in a figure 8, and then going to fill up the bike with petrol. As I
dropped him off he said, "remember, stay on the left, this is your gas,
this is your brake, and if the police stop you, just give them 100
rupees. and go slowly slowly!" ...and then I went! The relationship I
had with motorcycles quickly turned from fear to liberation. I was a bit
afraid, but I ...
... given up booze. Meanwhile, I wasn’t finished unleashing my vitriol toward my would-be chapperone half my age.
“You wanna come hold my hand while I cross the streets? I LIVE IN NEW YORK CITY FOR #$#()#$@%ing SAKE!”
He knew he’d offended me, smiled his best “Asian-I’ve-seen-it-all-hea ...