4th email: Calangute

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Hello all,

After getting visually raped on the beach in Mumbia, we’ve arrived safely to our new home….GOA! Sand, sun, sun, sun oh and some more sun, and some palm trees, the occasional cow, eccentric people, and a lot of slowly burning bodies is what this part of India has to offer.
Our first stop was in Anjuna, after what seemed to be the longest train ride we’ve ever taken…well at least for Kris. Anjuna was nice…..small yet good beach, and lots of hippies dancing and doing Yoga on the beach. One in particular, a dark Italian named Steve, with the richest count Dracula accent we’ve ever heard, has the most unexplainable body movements a person has ever seen. Everything from balancing rocks on his head, to bursting into triple-axles, this guy was TV on the beach. When we first caught sight of him doing his nightly ritualistic body yoga tantric movements—we’ll call it mystery yoga—we were baffled! All 5 of us (2 girls from eastern Canada, a retarded 23 year old leach from London, and us) stared and laughed until we eventually decided something had to be done to ensure that we would never forget this Italian Stallion. The Speedos came out!! And the camcorder went to work as Kris charmed Steve with his bare ass and 6-pack. Hidden camera style, we’ve got it all. We even brought out the wireless microphone to catch every word….absolutely breathtakingly funny. BUT, you’ll have to wait another, geez 5 months here, before you can see it. And the highlight of our time in Anjuna, drum roll please……..we both got terribly sick, AGAIN. Kris got sick first, not sure what from, but just before our dinner arrived at this beach hut with live music playing, Kris turns around, falls to the ground and starts giving her. Puking his brain out, at first Izabela didn’t notice but then after several minutes of him not returning, she turned around and there was poor Kris, collapsed in the sand, with a pile of puke in front of him. He did this 2X…service is too slow here….the bill never comes. Instead of picking it up, ie. cleaning it up, “The Clean Team” came over and just put sand over it. We know, how gross. Later, we put a chair over the spot. Kris was sick for the whole night and most of the next day and he has never puked so much in his life. The next night, after Kris was feeling all better, poor Izabela starts getting a tummy ache and sure enough her ass was planted on the toilet for a nice case of diarrhea. This lasted about 3 days. Good times. She’s never felt that rotten. So to sum it up…we’ve lost a bunch of weight. Oh well, at least we’re still 2 beautiful people, just kidding.
Izabela decided to also give Kris a rocking-good haircut.
We’re just south of Anjuna now in a place called Calangute where we’re paying $9 for a private suite in really nice house just footsteps from the beach. The beach here is a lot nicer than the one in Anjuna, but a hell of a lot more crowded, especially with locals. They stare!! Why oh why!
Yesterday, we went back up to Anjuna for the Wednesday flea market, which was fantastic—and also to find Kris’ friend Steve again so we could film some more of his moves. Mission accomplished. The waves are awesome, rollers, and it makes for a good pastime of wave jumping for Bella or body surfing for Kris. Tomorrow morning, we’re heading further south to Colva/ Benaulim. Not sure what to expect. Actually, yes we do, more sand and sun and water.
Ha!
How’s everything back home? Thanks for the emails….but for those of you who
are “too busy” to write a quick hello…shame on you! We understand.
Ciao for now, Peace, love and happiness (we’ve become hippies everyone…NOT)

Kris and Izabela

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Photos

Anjuna
Catching some rays in Anjuna.

mohawk
Striking a pose after Kris' new haircut.

sunset
We watched as the sun slowly sank into the ocean.

Warrior Princess
Kris working hard at making a new girlfriend. She has a sword!

Sandy
New Girlfriend...?

shakes
Getting drunk with virgin margaritas

burnt tummy
Bella posing on the catwalk.....I mean sandwalk.