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Published: March 29th 2010
18/2/10: We ended up arriving in Panaji Goa at 8:00am one hour late and I wondered how much faster he would have to drive just to get there on time. Before the driver had even stopped the bus there were taxi and tuk tuk drivers entering the bus asking us if we needed a lift? This is usually a trap and if you are patient the price will come down. We ended up pulling our LP guide and compass out to find out where we were, an older man asked us where we intended to go. We basically ignored him without realising that he was genuine and just wanted to help. It was the first real sign that people are friendlier the farther you go down. It ended up paying off for us as we were only 5minutes from town and we ended up walking. The first four guest houses and hotels we had visited were way out of our price range as they were located in a heritage listed area with Portuguese architecture which is so prevalent along the coast of India. Nature was calling or more like screaming by this time and with time running out for both of
us we ended up finding a restaurant to just use the toilet and then evolved into breakfast. It was very satisfying for me as I hadn’t been for a No2 in some time after being sick and was starting to wonder if I was ever going to go again so four flushes and two kilos lighter I was hungry for a traditional Indian breakfast. After breaky we started to walk into town and found a bunch of cheaper guest houses and ended up settling on Ovan’s Guest House for only 350rs/ night it was quiet dirty but the price reflected this. We caught up on some sleep and then spent the rest of the day walking around the scenic town finally finishing off the night with some fine Indian food. I also had to attend to my fingers again as the filthiness of Kolkata and Varansai got into the corners of my finger nails and the infection was getting worse now spreading to three fingers with one finger extremely painful, swollen and pussie. I had to clean it twice a day with new bandaids and antiseptic cream. The bandaids constricted the swelling only giving it one place to go, this
resulted in the meat of my finger popping outside my skin and curling around my nail. This was on both hands and it made it hard to do anything without bumping or knocking my fingers resulting in extreme pain, not to mention the difficulty in sleeping as the throbbing was too much to ignore.
19/2/10: We got up early so we could hire a motorbike and ride down the west coast to Palolim where we wanted to stay a four days just relaxing. We hired a Honda Hero for 200rs and took off through town getting lost until finally ending up on the highway heading south. We were curious to catch a glimpse of the beach so we turned off the highway and headed for a beach called Colva. We arrived to see jet ski’s, parasailing, kayaks and found it to be to touristy so we carried on the south finally reaching Palolim some four hours after starting our journey. It was now 3:00pm and just enough time to walk the beach and fine a place to stay before riding back. We didn’t muck around on the way home and rode 100km through the winding hills in under 1.5 hours.
The 6 hours on the bike seat takes its toll and our arses were so sore we had to stop twice just to get the blood flowing again. It was a great day even with the sore arse as we got to stretch our wings felling so free on the bike.
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