The long arm of the law extends to Patnem
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Beach life update. It's all go here.
An aged hippy was arrested for smoking dope yesterday on Patnem. Two very young, dewey-cheeked police officers led him away but the hippy was completely unconcerned. In fact he revelled in the attention, capering along behind them like a demented Monty Python character. He kept pretending to run away, putting his finger to his lips and shushing the watching crowd, then beaming when the delicate young policemen turned around and patiently told him to "Please follow closely, Sir." He was wearing a loincloth and had straggly grey hair down to his shoulders and something about the way he wildly gesticulated to the crowd with his skinny arms made us think he prob wasn't the local Mr Big.
(In case anyone's worried about the hippy's fate, an old druid called Bob told us that he will probably just have to pay to get let off. Bob has a grey beard and thick Somerset accent and has been here for A Long Time. There are a few of those around.)
Over in the animal kingdon, the dogs police the beach. Including some some puppies who totally boss the lumbering cows - in spite of their big horns. (We're generally on the puppies side. Go puppies, go!)
Chris is slightly under the weather this morning so we are extending the stay a day or two before wedging ourselves back into buses. The seats are built to normal Indian proportions rather than those of 6'4" Londoners and it's a long ride back to North Goa.
Staying for a "couple more days" might be exactly how Bob started...
An aged hippy was arrested for smoking dope yesterday on Patnem. Two very young, dewey-cheeked police officers led him away but the hippy was completely unconcerned. In fact he revelled in the attention, capering along behind them like a demented Monty Python character. He kept pretending to run away, putting his finger to his lips and shushing the watching crowd, then beaming when the delicate young policemen turned around and patiently told him to "Please follow closely, Sir." He was wearing a loincloth and had straggly grey hair down to his shoulders and something about the way he wildly gesticulated to the crowd with his skinny arms made us think he prob wasn't the local Mr Big.
(In case anyone's worried about the hippy's fate, an old druid called Bob told us that he will probably just have to pay to get let off. Bob has a grey beard and thick Somerset accent and has been here for A Long Time. There are a few of those around.)
Over in the animal kingdon, the dogs police the beach. Including some some puppies who totally boss the lumbering cows - in spite of their big horns. (We're generally on the puppies side. Go puppies, go!)
Chris is slightly under the weather this morning so we are extending the stay a day or two before wedging ourselves back into buses. The seats are built to normal Indian proportions rather than those of 6'4" Londoners and it's a long ride back to North Goa.
Staying for a "couple more days" might be exactly how Bob started...



Comments
Not Chris?
For a large part of that story I thought you were talking about Chris. I can just see him capering around behind two policement in a drug addled haze.