India so far

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India, how to describe it....... im shattered. There is so much to describe it becomes undescribable and to say ive been supposedly relaxing on a beach the last week that kind of sounds hard to beleive. But the little bit of india i have taken in has blown me away.
From getting to mumbai sleep deprived and with a big sore throat and cough I havent been fully healthy since. My first days in india were seriously sleep deprived and my sleep delerious. This made it very hard for me to deal with being constantly approached and treated like a money machine, which, in terms here, i am, and i understand it, and i hate it , and it drives me crazy when i think of all the dimensions of this poverty and the way the world as a whole allows it, this knowledge moves parts of me i dont understand and i feel pressure on my soul because of the fact i dont know what to think.
So mumbai was the warm welcome to that side of things. A few examples of the typical offers are
chai? coffee?
Lucky lucky want some luck?
can i fix your shoe?
drum? good drum, cheap drum?
some guy sticking somethign in my ear and telling me its his job.
hash, cocaine, everything else,
everything actually
for a non consumer, its a fucking nightmare.

So because of my ilness and because of no sleep mumbai drove me crazy, the constant honking of horns, the smog in the air, so much traffic, filth and mess........ but of course at the same time it was all fascinating and felt like a dream world, and i was excited i have to say, and still of course happy, but it was a very hard welcome. Something that was very easy to welcome was the bus journey out of mumbai towards Margoa which took i dont know 14 hours or something on a bus that seemingly had no suspensions, the seats didnt really work (as in they fell too far back) and the driver drove at ridiculous speeds down ridiculous roads and kept everyone awake...........except me, who finally got the sleep i needed, all the journey, 14 blisfull hours of sleep, interupted occasionly by being thrown into the sky and landing nice and safe maybe a little further down the bus (i slept on the floor because the chair was fucked)

Arriving into Margoa the next day me sam and kay got to see the beautifull indian country side, exotic trees everywhere and huge rivers, lush grass lands and beautifull skies......so exquisitley beautifull and unique and lovely indian towns, people carrying things on their heads, all the stalls of food with their lovely fruits or their disgusting fly ridden meats.......it must read like i am a two sided person and here in india i feel like one, im battling the good and the bad in everything i see. Trash is everywhere, everywhere everywhere, its disgusting, they have nowehre to put all this plastic, the feilds are like seas of bottles, and trash, the ocean too, the rivers, and especially the towns. What can i say though? i am not indian and i respect this and i respect they have their own way and will reach a conclusion themselves, I spoke with a guy the other day and we were speaking about can we help change things and then he said, yes, but then, truly it has to be an internal thing, and then i thought thats true i think because also i think its too easy for me to say who has been brought up with a now advanced recycling and land fill system to think i know better than someone else somewhere else and try to push my views on them, I dont know, I just dont know actually what is right or wrong with many many things so here i just write what i know and dont.

So from Margoa i took my first train in india to Gokarna which is a town on the coast, the train was brilliant, open doors, many people very slow, very late, just like the bus, just like everything here. very cheap however.......once in Gokarna I met up with rikka and so now we are four, and that was beautifull to do after a year in many ways. we took a boat over the sea with the sun setting and moon rising to a place called and i cant beleive you could call somewhere this, paradise beach.
and ive been there since.
swimming, talking, drinking, eating, making many beautifull new freinds, campfires, music, open stage night, a improv workshop, game workshop, meals on cliff tops, many many beautifull things in just a week, but a lot of crap in some ways too.
Ive been really sick one night with very bad stomach and nightmarish fever and taking the toilet in paradise is impossible when u can barley stand over squat toilets and water to wipe yourself up with. Kay puked, so did rikka, sam seems to be the only one who was left standing. Now and im going to be quite graphic......now i cant go to the toilet without feeling dizzy and my stomach for the last five days just moves around and around and when i try to poo i pee and sometimes vice versa......its all a bit messy to be honest and its wearing me down.
further more, last night i came home from a beautifull night out eating a curry and i was bare foot as i had been the whole week, and i had the good luck of slicing off half of the bottom of my big toe... so today i went to the doctors, and had to have him saw it off, and so im on antibiotics and walking a bit funny.
I dont want any of this to read like im not happy or not having a lovely time, but i have to be balanced when i write and I wont lie and say its all fun and games for me, im finding it difficult as well and right now im glad to say we are leaving the beach and heading out into the rest of india........ so who knows what is next.
Hopefully these blogs will be more regular now im off the beach,
as always i really hope everyones good 😊
sam!!!!!!!!!

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Comments

[Muvva]

Did they really do that?
Did they really saw off half your toe? If they did, did you keep it in a jar of pickle? Can I see it? The description of the bus made me smile, I can just imagine you going to sleep near the driver and ending up waking at the rear of the bus! Ha! Hope you are all feeling a lot better now, look forward to photos and perhaps a natter on Skype :) xxxxxx

[pollywotsit]

hey hey!
Will leave you a message here cos its hard to get you on the phone, love your blog sam, take care xxx