wifi

I woke up yesterday feeling excited to be leaving the hotel from hell and felt almost ecstatic when I found the cutest little guest house, out in the sticks (courtesy of Lonely Planet)  I almost passed out with excitement when I saw that it had a little fridge, and wait for it…..a TV!!!  Baga seems to be the equivalent of an Indian Benidorm, but my little place is tucked away overlooking the river and is so beautiful and peaceful.  I feel happy here. 

The grounds are so secluded (it takes me about an hour to get to the shops/bars) that to increase security the landlady has 3 fuck off Rottweiler’s, just roaming around.  They are lovely but pretty boisterous.  I was playing with them earlier but am now covered in cuts and bruises.  I think they thought I'm much more robust than I actually am.  I look like I’ve been in a road traffic accident. 

After being mauled by the dogs I set off in search of wifi.  I found an English bar so thought I would ask in there.  Turns out not only do they not have wi fi, they also don’t speak English.  I figured why I was there I may as well have a beer.   I ended up watching Hot Shots Deux (terrible American comedy) with 4 Indian guys who laughed at things that weren’t even designed to be funny.  This isn’t really how I saw this trip panning out.

I eventually found some wifi in a small side street.  This doesn’t sound like it should be so important but when something is taken away from you it becomes all you think you need in the world). Outside a small travel agents office (although I have the feeling that this may just be a cover for something else as I have yet to see any arranging of travel going on) was an even smaller table and chairs.  I was invited to join an old Indian hippy bloke and his mates whilst I used the wifi.  Within minutes we were all like old friends.  He then whips out the biggest joint I have ever seen, followed by some of the best samosa’s I’ve ever eaten.  I promise I don’t seek out trouble, I just have an uncanny knack of finding it.  I am uncontrollably drawn to the dark side.

I had a great night, but left before sunset, for the hour trek home.  It doesn’t feel safe after dark plus I was excited to get home to watch TV.  I watched American Ninja Warrior.  It’s like the ultimate tough mudder competition with a touch of Gladiators thrown in for good measure (it was very Vegasesk).  If you like watching blokes with big arms swinging from different apparatus then this is the show for you.  Funnily enough I am partial to watching blokes with big arms do just about anything, so this was right up my street.