Sunny

I have walked for miles today.  My little pinkies are red raw.  My opinion of Baga has not changed at all.  It is pretty vile.  It is entirely designed for westerners (although apparently they don’t get here till November).  The other thing that is super weird is the amount of dentists surgeries there are.  I am generalising but the Indian’s I have met are not known for there dazzling railings.  I can’t imagine there is a huge demand for dentists, but then what do I know.

Whilst out walking today I passed a couple of long haired bearded white blokes but I went shy and only managed a measly smile.  What’s happened to me?  I think I may have spent too much time alone.  I realised this may be the case today when I started inspecting my elbows (who does that?).  For the first time in 39 years I have realised that I have hair on my elbows.  Is that even normal?

I figured if I spent anymore time alone I may be taken away by the men in white coats so I went back to Sunny’s (travel agents).  All the boys were there with a new addition (Pete and his dog Nancy.  I am pretty sure that they make up English names to make things easier for me).  We played Rummy for hours.  These boys are so brilliant.  These are certainly my kind of people.  I have belly laughed for the first time since arriving. 

So, there is the main dude (his name I can’t remember, but I have a sneaky suspicion that he may be the town drug dealer).  He is married to a Russian lady and from what I gather they live next door to the travel agent.  They have an 8 year old daughter and she is quite possibly the brightest little button I have ever met.  She is set to break hearts all over India.  Pretty as a picture. 

Then there is Sunny.  Sunny is the funniest, most positive person I think I have ever met.  He is so laid back it’s surprising his eyes are even open.  I appreciate that I probably sound like a bit of a prick now but he has the most amazing energy.  I am utterly drawn to him (in a non sexual sense).  He has the most amazing wit and his grasp of the English language is quite spectacular.  He made me feel so welcome,   I could learn heaps from this man (If I wasn’t leaving tomorrow)

Then finally is the bloke from Kerala (again I can’t remember his name).  He looks like a human Wookie.  He has quite possibly the biggest beard I have ever seen (Members of ZZ top would be envious).  He is covered from head to toe in tattoos and he is a total dude.  He is also shitter than I am at Rummy, so I love him even more for that.  At some stage in the evening I was worried that he could see my cards only for him to reply “are you kidding. I can’t see past my beard”. 

These boys rock the world.  Maybe I don’t need westerners after all.  These boys have made me the happiest I have been since arriving.  Maybe Goa isn’t so shit after all.