Friday, 23 August 2013

The cat and the Kid.

Yesterday was my last day in Goa so I finally went to the beach.  It's an odd experience lying on the beach fully clothed.  That still doesn’t stop everyone from wanting to talk to me though.  I might as well have just have landed from Mars.  No one can believe that I am travelling alone (neither can I from time to time).  When the rain came (which it always does) I took refuge in the beach bar (as you do) and befriended a little cat.  She curled up on my lap and we were both very content.  I’ll take any friends I can get at this stage. 

A little English girl told her Mum excitedly that I had a cat on my lap and could she come and talk to me.  When she came over (after her Mum had given me the once over) she asked if I had brought the cat from the UK.  Bless her little heart.  I told her not to be so fucking stupid (not really).  She stayed with me for about an hour.  She was like a female version of the little boy in the film Little Vampire, glasses n all.  She told me that she thought India was very dirty and she didn’t want to eat any of that curry muck.  She then ordered Fish and Chips.  You’ve got to love the brits!!


I felt really happy whilst I was with her but was a bit down in the dumps when I got home.  I am questioning what it is I am doing.  Purposelessness is the carrier of despair (I just read that in a book but by fuck its true).  I seem to be wandering around aimlessly with no real goal other than to stay out of trouble (which, as you know doesn’t come naturally to me).  Tomorrows a new day though and I get to see Hampi which is meant to be beautiful.  It does mean another train journey though, so anything could happen.  

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