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Trip Start Feb 26, 2010
Trip End Feb 26, 2011

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Where I stayed
Sant Anton, Turtle Beach Morjim

Flag of India  , Goa,
Saturday, April 3, 2010

After waking in our new cheaper hotel we decided to take a final walk up the partially demolished Main Bazaar to find very little open. We then got our new hotel to order us a fixed fee cab to the airport. About 20 minutes late a young man arrived and walked us to a taxi parked in a near by street then demanded his tip. I was a little suprised as the cab actually had a driver in it and the result was a rather unimpressed 'helper' as he described himself (he didnt offer to carry bags but we wouldn't have let him anyway as this deserves a tip. After having a door slammed in my face we headed straight for the rather lovely Ghandi Domestic Airport. After a few more comments from the army officials on the door about my beard we were into a lovely airconditioned place with no queues.  We chose to ignore the soldiers who were sat on a jeep machine gun pointed (at us). 

After being briefly tempted by a laptop for about 150 pounds in the airport we saw something we shouldn't have. KFC.  Please appreciate we have eaten nothing but cheese curries, lentil dahls etc for approx 2 weeks and I am starting to sound like a full orchestra never mind a woodwind section, the temptation to eat some 'western standard meat' was too great. I quickly demolished a two piece variety meal while eggsy opted for a zinger tower burger. Erica's chicken was more red than pink so I immediately instructed her to spit it out and leave it'. Sure she spat it out, then said the was so hungry she wanted to eat the rest convinced it was food colouring (yes in chicken!). Mmmm I wonder where this story ends up.

We boarded the flight on time and about 1/4 of the plain was dominated by an indian wedding party, all fully henna'd up. One of the Mum's had made all the food in bags for everyone and it was quite entertaining to watch them swapping seats and standing up to chat to each other the whole way. Of course the cabin staff were non too happy while the plain was taking off and some of them decided to move seats etc.  There was even a special announcement mid flight wishing them well on behalf of Indigo Air!

Only a 3 hour flight (but it took about 40 hours by train and the cost was similar so we opted for the flight. When getting on the plane we noticed a 'western girl' being sick over the edge of the steps to board the plane. She was straight into the loo before take off and after landing was still filling up sick bags. (I think she was behind me in the queu for KFC!!!). Our airport pickup worked again as we saw a board for Andrew Stephenson and 'Era' and had a great taxi driver called Camillo. We chatted all the way to Morjim in North Goa about lots of things, working in England, his wage, the fact he had never had any Fanny (well he had but only when he was younger and he never wanted any more after that) etc. Like a small child I giggled most of the time we discussed this and often asked for clarification,"So if you have too much fanny you wont be able to walk?". Oh just for clarification Fanny (Or Fenny as it is spelt) is a liquor made at this time of year from Cashew and frazzles the mind and all your senses.


It was great to see a landscape now made up of palm trees, banana's and coconuts, less traffic, less volume and the difference in the people was instantly noticable. You didnt get the sense they just wanted more money off you and were genuinly pleased to have you and were interested in your thoughts about India and UK. We landed at our 'tree huts' and although basic they had sea views were built on stilts rather than in a tree and had a bed and mosquito net. We asked the owner Alex if he fancied making us a fish curry and he jumped on his bike and shot off to market to try and get some fresh Kingfish.

We went for a stroll across the beach, found the sea was really, really warm, and found.... yes thats right a bar, just for a quick one of course. After watching the sunset above the crashing waves on a deserted beach we asked for the bill only to find we had devoured 5 large kingfishers (about 7 or 8 pints I guess. I had developed a strong friendship with the bar owner who had invited me to his house at midnight to watch the United Chelsea game. Eventually I thought better of it plus Erica confirmed he had not actually invited me but I invited myself to his house and he agreed.

The market had no Kingfish left so we had King Prawns instead which were lovely with loads of rice and some salad (So many rules broken!!).  The fact we had prawns and salad didn't matter much as Erica was still on the loo from the KFC earlier in the day. Anyway Alex also happened to have bought me a case of large kingfishers and put them in his fridge (wonder how that happened) and we sat on our balcony till about 11:30pm sweating, listening to the ipod and drinking our way into oblivion.

When we finally decided to go to bed we found that from the inside there is no lock to the door nor does the door shut properly. The only catch to the door can be undone from the outside so we emptied our bags all over the place and collected all the valuables to hide under our pillows. I slept with a pen knife next to the bed which upon seeing an intruder I could select anyone of of about 19 implements. It happened to be on the bottle opener cork screw attachment (we still have no idea what the other sharp things are for!!).
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