I'm really sorry for the terrible pun in the title. We can't stop punning (or "pundering EVERYWAH" - in a grotesque but oh-so-right parody of "chundering EVERYWAH") at the moment. Whatever we do, wherever we go, there is a suitably rubbish and inappropriate pun to light our way.
And here we are in Goa. What a sensationally stunning (I love a bit of alliteration) place this is. If you think postcard paradise, you're subliminally thinking of Goa - it's the kind of place that advertisers have forced down your throat with the promise of "Get away from it all! Relax and don't worry because it's all fine and look at this pretty island with palm trees and blue skies look look LOOK AT IT". The beauty of a Goan sunset is beyond my powers of prose, but I've taken some photos of course so they may do the job, although to be honest I doubt it. It's something you really have to experience for yourself.
We are staying in a small fishing village called Arambol, it's a little off the main tourist track and all the nicer for it, though there are stil plenty of backpackers and hippies here (lots of pirate trousers). We found the place through our friend Kai from Singapore, who we met in Dharamsala, and he also told us about an awesome (and cheap) place to stay right on the beach. So we have our own tiny beach hut and can literally step out of it onto a Goan beach (no pun this time). It's pretty crazy because as I got up for my morning swim yesterday I was thinking about how hard I have worked - through my final exams, through the first half of this year, through everything that's happened - and that I have finally made it, and suddenly it all came crashing down and was a bit overwhelming and emotional and I was filled with a weird kind of pride in everything I have achieved recently and in the past. And then, excellently, just at the peak of my moment of profound pride and deep self-realisation, this mental, drunken, drugged up hippy started letting off fire-crackers on the beach claiming that he was King of the Beach and ranting about some girl called Julia who "never came back". Wonderful. To be honest, that only increased my enjoyment of that particular moment in time.
Plans for the next few days are uncertain. We will probably be sticking around here for a while, hopefully meeting up with my friend Rosie who arrives in Goa tomorrow, though I'm not sure where she's staying. You will all be pleased to hear I'm sure that my tan is deepening by the day, although to be honest I am still bloody pale, especially compared to all the seasoned hippies out here who are at skin-cancer/Paris Hilton levels of tan.
Miss you all, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx <3
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