Postcards from Goa
Beach Babe
No gears. dodgy saddles
Beach Bloke
Premier Cabanas Beach Huts (Number 11, up the steps and second along on the right).
Resting in the shade
Number 11 (with me sitting on the verandah)
Updates from April, 2006
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dodman
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pinkie
Oh Canada!
Hey there people, I’m back from Canada after spending an interesting Easter in Nova Scotia. One of the highlights was a crazily bumpy tractor ride into the sugar maple tree forest in search of a sugar shack. We bounced our way into the forest which appeared to be bound up in a maze of blue tubing (which we later found out was the latest way of gathering maple syrup). However, the local bears are fond of the latest technological trend and have started to bite through the tubing to suck the sweet syrup out – a sort of sugary popsicle in the winter months. Having been transported miles into the forest by the sugar collectors, one felt obliged to buy some maple syrup.
I also saw loads of Ice Hockey, which is a fantastic and sometimes quite brutal sport. At the Atlantic Finals, Gran spent most of her time wincing everytime players skated and crashed into the barrier, whereas I cheered and swigged back the Root Beer with the rest of ‘em! Bring it on! Ohhh what a feeling! What a rush! Boom, boom, boom. The music was rocking too.
Also ate too many pancakes, Crackerjacks, Mr Big’s and Oh Henry! bars.
School starts again soon, so it is time to focus on planning and job applications. I’ve bought all the special 120gm Laid brilliant white paper as you do, so let us hope it gives me the edge!
Cheerio for now!
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decoy
rampant sv
Played in the last game of the season yesterday, resulting in a stonking 14-0 win. I, needless to say, didn’t score any goals (I was in defence). The opposition were pretty shocking and i think are bottom of the league.
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solid
indeed, and it shall be the definitive word on the subject.
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decoy
And so the debate on the charms of Garkarn(a) rolls on. Is it a “helhole full of simpering, aging hippies” or a “tropical beach paradise”? Jul will have to cast the deciding vote if he ventures that way on his travels.
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slightly
Am still punishing myself by forcing myself to stay in the hell which is Gokarna. Worst of all is body surfing in the sea – catching the waves like body boarding but just with my body and playing “dive and catch” while there is a gap in the waves. The beautiful secluded beach with the good food and 100r per night accomodation is very difficult to stomach too…
Am going to buy train ticket to Delhi if possible today and leave in about a week.
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dodman
Celeb
Having recently returned from India, I am much struck, on seeing myself and my wife in sundry mirrors, how we both look as if we have been painted with several coats of Ronseal.
Highlights of our visit:
Swimming off Palolem beach. Cycling through the back lanes of Benaulim. Crossing the ferry at Old Goa. Sipping hot lemon tea in Colva. Eating Tuna, chips and salad at George Ferandes. Spooning in papaya flesh at every opportunity.
Lowlights:
No gears on Indian bikes. No pomelos. Sunburn on first day. Gokarn.
On our way out, at Gatwick, in the early hours of the morning, there were only two flights besides ours, both to Madrid. One was full of disgruntled Real Madrid fans, who traipsed through the airport looking forlorn. The other was reserved for the players, all wearing identical suits, large knots in their ties, and pulling behind them the same sized suitcases on wheels. One weasel faced individual with blond hair and a half smile looked vaguely familiar. I only realised who it was when people started calling out, ‘Hey, David!’, snapping their cameras and asking him for his autograph, as he passed within a couple of feet of us.
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decoy
pesky
Not much happening here at the homestead. the chickens lay about 4/5 eggs a day. sometimes one of the pesky speckled ones escapes, but usually leaps back in after a short chase.
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dodman
Deep shade
The one thing Palolem has, apart from great swimming, etc, is deep shade from its many coconut trees. Agonda is much less crowded, but too hot. We went on a great cycle ride yesterday and stumbled across some lovely beaches but nothing can beat the luxury of deep shade, in my view, especially when that view is of the milk warm sea from a hut on stilts.
Actually, the hut on stilts seems to be inhabited by rats who ate my chocolate last night. Maybe time to move on.
We just watched India score too many runs in the Goan ODI.Â
Don’t bother collecting us. We’ll get the last train or spend the night at Gatwick.Â
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