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!
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