Bad trip

At about 9am I set off, like a little drown rat, to get money out. I went to about 6 ATM machines but none of them worked.  I went to a bank to ask what was wrong only to be informed that there was no money.  Well that’s handy.  What’s weird is that they employ security guards to sit at the machines.  You’ll know when you’ve made it as a security guard when you get to guard a machine that actually has cash inside.

My initial impression of Goa is that it is full of miserable people (although this might just be reflective of my mood).  So far all the Indians I’ve met have been super friendly.   This feels like being in France!!  People from Goa appear to have had their fill of westerners so make no effort at all.  I feel like a little white lonely fish in a tank full of goldfish.  On the plus side the place is full of booze.  So things can’t be all that bad.

I went out for breakfast and to search for wifi.  Wifi doesn’t seem to have made its way to Goa yet (thus why it’s been difficult for me to blog).   I was really down in the dumps.  I had no money, no way of contacting any of my friends, was soaked through from the rain (moan moan moan) so when Appu called to say that he would come to collect me I was overjoyed (it was relatively short lived).

Appu arrived on a bike with Chimppu (That’s a person as opposed to a pet monkey).  They took me to get some money out and then we set off to Anjuna (3 of us on the bike.  Nothing seems strange in India anymore).  It was nice to be out and with people but in reality I have nothing in common with these boys.  They are both 22 years old and had spent the entire weekend taking acid (India is like living in the 90’s).  Being in my room felt like having a really bad acid trip.  I really didn’t feel the need to do the real thing.  They said that we should go out to party that night.  Having already had an experience of an Indian “party” I decided it was much wiser to stay in.   See, I am learning!