It's All About the People You Meet...
Trip Start Aug 28, 2012
112Trip End Aug 09, 2013
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The train ride to Goa was another one of little sleep – who needs coffee or tea or chai at 5 in the morning?! No one, thats who! But did this stop them walking around the carriages, in quick succession of each other every 15 minutes from about 5am... no! We all got up about 9ish after a lot of dozing and were soon chatting away with some American girls as well as the South Americans. We had decided to go to Arambol but were soon worried by the fact that none of the others seemed to be – the Americans were going to Colva (we soon read this is where wrinkly European oldies go) and the Brazilians were going to Anjuna which we read was quite similar to where we planning to go, with a rocky beach but a bigger town. So worried Arambol would be like the rest of India – empty – we changed our plans to go to Anjuna; which paid off because we all shared a taxi to the beach road
Soon on our walk we were approached by a guy who showed us a room which was 300IR a night (£2.50 between the 2 of us!!!!!) and we couldn't really say no! We said only for 1 night in case we sound something better. Showered, chilled then went for lunch. The place we went to seemed to be the place to be: rammed full of tourists we soon got talking to 2 Americans and 2 people from Leeds (your typical English people – loud and lairy) and we soon all hatched a plan to meet at 9 for some drinking and head down the beach for some trance (what Northern Goa is typically known for).
After finally using some wifi we went on a walk down the beach which was a bit grotty tbh – oily and dark sand, the sea not looking that appetising and it was pretty empty apart from 2 girls braving it in bikinis trying to get a tan. I think we both made a decision there to move onto Arambol, which we were now told had more people and nicer beaches! Back at our rooms we had a nap and should have had a competition for how many mosquitoes we had squashed. We got chatting to some Canadians before heading over to our lunch destination for some dinner, wifi, skyping the rents and food before meeting the others at 9ish – Kia and John from New Jersey, American and Tash and Danny from Leeds.
We ordered wine, and about half an hour it arrived, obviously having been bought from another bar or shop down the road, and it was only slightly chilled. We shared this between me, Laura and Tash (The Leeds girl) and were soon talking about everything and anything, along the way Danny (Leeds lad) getting into a heated discussion with another guy in the bar who was asking one of the waiters to ask Danny to keep his voice down and Danny just said "ask to me face mate" and off they went, the friend of the accuser smiling the whole time!
After leaving the bar we were in at about 11ish, or getting the hint that they wanted us out as they turned out the remaining lights (there was a powercut) and blew out the candles, we headed up the long, long beach towards Curlies, a free rather than 500iR entry (like the only other open one we past). Here we just carried on the banter, talking quite open and bluntly about some things which was amusing. We chatted for a long time because before we knew it, it was 2 and us English party-goa’s (!) headed up to the disco room upstairs for some trance dance. We more or less spent the time looking at the Indian’s dancing which was brilliant as well as laughing a lot at the dogs with drawn on eye-brows!
The walk back along the beach was interesting at 3 in the morning, a bit tipsy, feeling a bit ill and in pitch black with not so great torches, but was a laugh, me and Tash being motivated by our beds. A great night and some new friends :) I think had we not have met this lot we would be leaving Anjuna tomorrow!
17th Sept – Anjuna, Goa
Even after a 3:30 bedtime we were still up at 10 but surprisingly awake enough to scurry along to the same place (Yash) for breakfast (beans on toast – get some fibre for obvious reasons) then we quickly got home, got sorted and made a rush to the hotel (where Danny and Tash) were staying for the swimming pool! It was half empty so we bartered a price of 150 per person rather than 200!
Today consisted of very little ... which was great and exactly what the doctor ordered. We pretty much just hung out around the pool all day until we lost the sun. The other 4 came and joined us later in the afternoon and we just sat around chatting and eating before making a plan to meet back in normal place for 7:30!
We had yet more westernised food for dinner (veg burgers) and chilled out in our normal place before heading back to Tash&Danny’s to watch GREYS ANATOMY – home comforts :) A good chilled out day with our new mates!
18th Sept – Anjuna, Goa
Today was the day of adventures. The “sexy six” as Danny called us, with Menopausal Morsel Laura and Chicken Egg White Danny (to be explained later) set off on our travels after all stuffing ourselves with English breakfasts – eggs sunny side up, chips, baked beans, toast and of course the spicy ketchup! Definitely being sucked into Western ways again!
After an Anjuna local having a right go at a taxi guy that we were talking to (obviously not from Anjuna) for being in their territory (they were like the dogs) we set off on the adventure, for 500IR to squash us all in a van sorta thing for an half hour journey. On arrival we looked at a few shops before settling down at a bar for some drinks, then the adventure began to Arambol.
Tash had spoken to some girls who said that they had been Arambol, walked up the beach, over a hill and found a lake and waterfall. So off we went, over the hill. On the way we bumped into this 14 year old Indian girl who had obviously been speaking to English people a lot as she had caught onto all the 'things to say’ – “come and have a gander”, “why don’t you have a butchers” and when she spoke English normally to us she had quite a good accent. After buying nothing from her shop she continued to walk with us, Laura having a good chat with her and me and Tash being wary of our belongings, wondering why she was coming with us! As soon as we entered a clearing and could see the lake! she said “you come and see my shop” and there was why she followed. As soon as we came round the clearing we were confronted by numerous women and men offering jewellery, scarves and even a mud bath!
But we went straight to the lake! In an attempt to find the waterfall we walked along this path through a bit of the jungle before being confronted by a couple of people that said there was just a holy tree, so back we went to attempt to walk across the lake (depending on the depth) to try and get to it. So off me, Danny and Jon went first with nothing on us to see the depth – fine, just a bit gross floor and nothing above chest height. So back we went, and we all went in with our bags on our heads, looking like true African women! Along the way, Tash had a good moan, Laura broke her flip flop and it wasn’t long before we turned back as it became rocky and we couldn’t walk across it without using both hands for balance.
The other girls then went to a bar and me and the boys made attempt 3; without our bags and me without flip flops in an attempt to also not break one like Laura
So back we went to the main beach (a bit nicer than Anjuna but not by much) and went to a restaurant next door to the one we had been in before. Me and Laura had a good look at the fish they were offering (for not so great prices) and decided on pasta, surprise surprise – Indian food is taking a back seat for the time being!
The attempt to get a taxi back to Anjuna was interesting, no one really wanted to put 6 of us in a car, so after 5 attempts we managed to all squeeze into a 5 seater... the driver, Jon in the front (pulled the short straw on the way there), Kiah in the back, me on Laura’s lap, Tash on Danny’s lap. An interesting journey with me and Tash getting car sick, Danny and Laura getting pins and needles! I still felt awful on return to our room, so had a nap and then we showered.
We all met at 10 in... believe it or not, Yash’s and had some food whilst they were hinting they wanted us out. We had a nice Indian, I mean Chinese meal, of chop suey (which was amazing!) and then moved over to Danny and Tash’s hotel for some cards and drinks. I was taken back to my house party days as we were drinking Barcardi Breezers – a new flavour though, passion fruit. Was lovely! We played a lot of shithead whilst chatting a lot about music and other stuff. We then all shared our drinking games, none of them having heard of ring of fire, even those from Leeds! Told them about WTF, Yeeha, different rules for ring of fire, then simple 7 of diamonds and chase the ace. We were there til 2! before we called it a night and headed to bed, wired on the alcopops and not getting to sleep until 3ish! Oops.