Monday, April 4, 2011

Goa


Right,so i was away for a few days..i went to this place called Goa..15 hours by bus from here.yes,that's 15 hours of torture..We left thursday night,myself and a bunch of Canadians,Malaysian,and Americans..On thursday night,we left around 10.30.supposed to leave at 9 thought.there was some mix up with the timings.we got on a sleeper bus.but the bus was horrible.i mean,the bus was ok,but the sleeper configuration.it seemed more like a tiny prison cell..i shared  the compartment with debanjan.and we couldn't move much without coming dangerously close to each others face.something us straight guys wanted to avoid.lololol..so i slept staring at the ceiling of my compartment,which was about,20cm from my face.it was pure unadulterated torture..so yeah anyway,we reached about 12 pm the next day..the trip was really nice all in all..i shall remember Goa for being the 1st place where i learnt to ride a scooter in..because transport around the island would have been a problem.we decided to get scooters..two guys knew how to ride.and for the life of me,i never ever rode one before.thanks to my mother who thought the minute i got on one,i would ride it straight under a truck..thanks mom,for your support..so anyway,because we had 6 people..the only way for all of us to go places together,was if i learnt one.so when we arrived,after lunch..i had a five minute crash course..The friend,told me to take the keys,start it and ride away into the sunset..and 15 minutes later,i was on my way 20 km away to a fort,while ferrying a passenger.and,thanks to that..i now know how to ride one very well i might add..lolol..
This was the exact one i was given..fun times...

Anyway,Goa is an ok place to relax.since it's predominantly a beach side,the only real thing you can do is chill by the beach sipping mocktails(the pansy drink for me please..:'(   )..Goa does not look like India..it's filled with Russians and other white folk.it felt like india was being colonized all over again....so much so,signs in shops are writter in 2 languages.english and Russian..and some shop owners actually speak basic Russian.and yes the Russian women folk were jaw dropping-ly gorgeous.if i could,i would have tapped my mouth shut to avoid looking stupid.lolol..good times,good times..but anyway,we rode around,here and there.explored places.sat in the clubs..fought of pushy vendors,bought me short pants.bla bla bla...it was ok..so here i am..home..that's about it..so yeah..bye..

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