A Tenner for a Henna?

Trip Start Feb 26, 2010
1
50
371
Trip End Feb 26, 2011


Loading Map
Map your own trip!
Map Options
Show trip route
Hide lines
shadow
Where I stayed
Palolem Guest House

Flag of India  , Goa,
Sunday, April 11, 2010

Our last full day in the peaceful palolem, we will be so sad to leave this place, the beach and our sunbeds (we haven't quite acheived the base tan Andrew has been so intently working on) and get those heavy backpacks on again.  Still, we started the day in our usual way, at the Titanic bar on the beach for our Masalla omelette (Andrew) and mixed fruit pancake (moi).  We then hit the beach for a few hours and got smashed (no, not on the Kingfisher) around by the really big waves, each time losing our trunks and having to rearrange under the waves (there is a special knack to it). 

There were a large group of Indian tourists on the beach today who were up to all types of antics, at one point they had buried one man entirely in the sand so only his head was showing, if they had dug a bit deeper and given him a straw he could have been straight out of a Wilbur Smith novel.  It wasn't long before Sarah the hawker from yesterday tracked us down as I'd promised I would either buy something from her or let her henna my hand.  We started chatting and before long we were joined by another girl who also came and sat down on the sand.  At this point a bidding war began, which started out at 700R, this quickly came down to 100R as I told them that was all I had.  Andrew was pleased with my bargaining technique  but it really was all I had, not so much technique as brutal honesty and Andrew told me I had to forego lunch and dinner as I'd spent my budget for the day.

After our last swim in the sea we made our way back to the guest house, I found an episode of 'Baby Ballroom' from 2008 which was really quite avid viewing and Andrew seemed to be enjoying it too until he realised that (due to opportune flicking) we had missed half the Man Utd v Blackburn game...ooops.  With the sobre refrain of a man who has just watched his team hammer another nail in their own coffin Andrew said "Right lets go and get smashed", I wasn't aware that he needed an excuse.  On the way to the Titanic bar we found an internet cafe and booked our train from Ernakulam to Allepey for 3am the next night, we managed to get 1st class at an amazingly cheap price but the man in the cafe was adamant that it would be air conditioned - as Indian train experts now we assured him the only thing that made it 1st class was a door, and it was never guaranteed that that would close properly.

We then took ourselves off to our favourite bar for our last meal.  The tandoori chicken was as good as ever and the Kingfisher "Large please with two glasses", went down well.  We really weren't looking forward to the long journey tomorrow, which was set to involve buses, trains, and rickshaws so we had another 3 Kingfishers to aid our sleep in our non airconditioned hotel room, we had no idea what to expect from our Keralan backwater cruise, but Andrew's main concern seemed to be how many large Kingfishers a cool box could hold.   
 
Report as Spam

Use this image in your site

Copy and paste this html: