Left early – and feel sad to be leaving Darren behind. Riding in Goa is certainly a very different experience as the roads are very busy and rubbish strewn – worse than Maharashtra, if that’s possible! Two samosas, Lassi and Chai for breakfast. Keep going south and I’ll be at Trev’s tomorrow I’m sure. I am definitely no longer the foreigner who stands out, the novelty to be stared at.
While I was at breakfast, a ‘lady-boy’ transvestite came in to the café. Definitely a man and very camp, dressed in Shalwar Kameez with a tight scarf over her head, bindi and bangles, and nose stud. I find it fascinating that the majority of transvestites I’ve ever seen are more feminine than me. S/he touched me on the head as I was leaving and said “Good luck – money, no money, no luck!” Well, I thought, fortunately I don’t need yours because I have a stash of my own luck, thanks very much.
The main NH17 (route 66) was horrible – this I can say with authority – rubbish lined, busy, busy, loud with honking, dirty, dusty. Took me ages to find a way off it, heading towards Colva. Then it took me several attempts to find a cheap room. I finally got one with no wifi for 500INR (but I’m not allowed to tell anyone I got the room so cheap, so shh! Don’t tell anyone ELSE!). I think the going rate is about 1,200- 1500 now the season has got going. I have a balcony overlooking the palm trees and beach – but it’s dark now anyway! I’m hoping for a quick getaway tomorrow morning to make the final push to Agonda and tomorrow I get paid too.
I indulged in too many sweet things yesterday – choc. shake in a shopping mall, chai, apple cooler (apple flavour syrup with not much apple, I believe). I’ve got an upset tummy now, as a result, unless it was the ‘tandoori chicken sandwich’ takeaway supper and a beer?
A newly retired Terri following her heart into a world of woolly creativity. Live the dream