Bringing in the New Year 2010

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August 4th 2010

Published: August 4th 2010

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Hello....

...beach sellers let us try before we buy Oslava

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Now the plan, originally, was to take a train from Jodhpur to Goa in the South. However, as we weren't too sure which day we'd be getting the train we left it until the last minute. We managed to get a train from Jodhpur to Mumbai and hoped to get a train from Mumbai to Goa.

We arrived in Mumbai on 22nd December and while at the station we again tried to get a ticket to Goa. All trains were totally booked up and had a waiting list of over 200 people. We did have a Plan B up our sleeves which was to coach it south. We'd heard that it takes around 16hrs and we'd taken many buses in Africa that were of a greater distance and time so hey, what's the worst that could happen? We bought two tickets from the cheapest option available which was at the very rear of the bus. NEVER a good thing! Also when buying the tickets, and this happens all the time, the agent selling us the ticket, reassured us that the bus was the grandest in all of India and even pointed to a picture of this bus on

Beginning of our stay in Goa

Zaciatok nasho pobytu v Goa

the wall that looked more like a spaceship with air hostesses.

After we bought the tickets we had 3 hours to kill so we treated ourselves to a great butter chicken in a local restaurant. This was one of our favorite dishes so far on the trip!

The bus was late, as is tradition, so we boarded and headed to the back! We'd been in a couple of buses in India and they hadn't been all bad but this one had more holes in it than windows. We boarded the bus and took our very rear seats or portable cushions, as they weren't, in any way, shape or form, attached to the bus. It was quite a warm day and the holes in the bus provided little relief from the heat pouring in from the traffic. It took us just over 3hrs to get out of Mumbai because of the volume of vehicles weaving in and out of all the available spaces known to man on the road.

Now you know what the back of a bus is all about. Not only it was for the more mischievous children but it also provided one of the more

Sunset

It did this everynight. Zapad slnka v Goe a toto sa dialo kazdy vecer

exciting moments of the school day. The bus trip home would always take us over a bridge and for some crazy, stupid reason, we'd time our leap just as the front of the bus passed the centre of the wee bridge and then launch ourselves skyward, face planting our heads into the ceiling and returning to someone else's seat some 10ft away. Getting nearer 30 you can imagine that idea had started to lose its charm.

So we settled though and I think at one stage had a bit of shut eye. This was before, at about 10pm, the front right tyre went pop, bang, wobble, screech and burn all at the same time! So we pulled over and juddered to a halt at a make shift service station that had tyre changing equipment. Within 2hrs, the tyre had been removed, changed and the new tyre had been fitted onto the bus. Like a tramp with new shoes we were on our way and fortunately we made no further pop, bang, wobble, screech or burning sounds..... That were tyre related. I would say quickly on our way but that really wasn't the case. Sadly, inevitably and slowly at

Sharing the beach with the locals

Niekedy sme sa museli delit o plaz

2am, we came to halt with a, yes you've guessed it, pop, bang, wobble and screech only this time 'twas the engine! Oh bollocks! Bollocks, Bollocks, Bollocks! There was an issue with the fuel pump which meant that when we drove uphill the fuel wasn't reaching the engine. So the cover was off and the driver and his “team” worked tirelessly pumping fuel into the engine as the bus moved at 100mtr intervals before dying again. This went on for the entire trip and drove us nuts... absolutely crazy! Why they didn't just send another bus I'll never know. Around 10am we'd both had enough of this ridiculous and fascicle charade and decided to unsuccessfully hitchhike. The Indians thought the thumb signal merely meant that we were OK so they responded letting us know that that they, too, were OK by joining in with the thumbing.... Whining and grumbling we headed back on the bus.

When we reached the Goan city of Panaji, some 22hrs after we'd left Bombay, we were dropped off at a bus station and the bus company bought us tickets to do the next 20km as our bus was well and truly deader than a

Our Beach Huts at Namaste

Nase plazove chaty "Namaste"

dead thing from Deadsville!

The new and shiny bus took us to Canacona where we waited another 30 min to board the same bus that dropped us off at our desired beach, Patnem. There are loads of lovely beaches in Goa, some a little wilder than others so we thought Patnem, with it's family resorts, would be more up our street. Staying at a beach that plays “DUFF, DUFF, DUFF” music 24/7 surrounded by those that love “DUFF, DUFF, DUFF” music, just really isn't our cup of Earl Grey Tea!

We met a Polish man called Dariuz on the bus from Canacona and decided to stay in the beach huts called Namaste as he'd recommended them. We managed to get a good rate and settled there for the next 5days leading up to Christmas. Well within 5mins we had our bathers on and were flipping and flopping in and out of the ocean. It's all we really did for 2 and a bit weeks. It was superb. Just what we needed. Some well deserved R&R. We do keep drilling home to our families that traveling isn't all drinking beer and doing the square root of nothing, it's tough

Sunset at Patnem

Zapad slnka v Patnem

and takes a lot of effort, planning and working together and sometimes you just need a break for a while.

We took romantic walks and ate at the restaurants on the beach watching the sunset. There were great choices when it came to food. I think for the first time we also had the choice of some western dishes. We did need a change from all the spices as our precious little tummies aren't used to Indian food for breakfast, lunch and dinner, despite the fact that it tasted sooooo good! We even had Slovak Snicle (breaded chicken schnitzels) with boiled potatoes and vegetables. Get in!

On the 24th December, which is Vianoce (Slovakian Christmas) we walked to Palolem Beach (DUFF DUFFsVille), just north of Patnem. As we were passing some of the shops, out walks our beloved Young William with signature hat in hand. Massive hugs and greetings were exchanged and we surprised Brett who was on the net in the next cafe… surfing for biker jackets and leather chaps. Well that evening we all met for Christmas dinner together and chatted about our awesome adventures as Brahma Bikers. What a lovely evening!

They were staying

Walks along the beach Palolem

Plaz Palolem

at Palolem but moved to Patnem after they realised it was a little more chilled and more for them. We didn't think they were the “DUFF, DUFF, DUFF” type either.

We woke up on Christmas morning and it felt, sadly, just like another day and not like Christmas at all. This was a good thing as I think that if it had of felt like Christmas we would have found it difficult. I think at one stage we both had a little wobble but we had each other and were in an amazing place so managed to think of other things. We did, however, speak to our families which was great and a little emotional (it's a wonderful and slightly selfish feeling being so very missed) especially chatting to my Mother that could barely get out a sentence. To take my mind away from it all I had been heading to the toilet every 3mins until about 11am with some sort of tummy bug... or so I thought. It was actually the start of something a little more sinister but at this stage it was just an inconvenience and always a surprise leaving you little, if any, time to

I'll take a bear please..

Moooo! Niekedy mali zaujimavych hosti! "Jedno pivo prosim, muuuuuu"

get to the safety of a squat toilet. I thought it must have been something I'd eaten as Zuzana was absolutely fine.

After Christmas the price of the huts was going to rocket so we had decided to move. After meeting with the boys, it sounded like they'd found a great place to stay a little further down the beach at a place called The Bridge Inn. We managed to negotiate a hut and moved on the 28th. This became the start of a spiritual journey we both decided to go on and why not? When everyone else is chanting left right and centre and all you can smell is the smoking of what must have been “Holy Herbs”, we thought we'd get involved.

Zuzana would get up most mornings and head to a 2hr Yoga session then take me to some meditation classes. Now whether it was because I'd become increasingly ill or whether I was just in that sort of zone mentally I did have a bit of a float’y experience during a meditation session. No, no it wasn't the Holy Herbs as you, I and Mother know that we don't do that sort of thing.

Snicle... Nice!

Vidite, aj slovenske snicle sme tam mali

You're never too old for a clip round the ear! But yes, we were meditating and the teacher was vocally guiding us through, then all of a sudden I could feel the points of my body, which had contact with the ground, just lift and I was no longer in contact with it. This frightened the be-Jesus out of me and I brought myself round very quickly. The Devils work I told myself!

But that's how we passed the days. We were in constant contact with people that did this sort of thing all the time so we had a very open mind. If we had shunned the idea of “Peace and Harmony” we'd have probably spent the time in Goa on our own. I mean it wasn't the Peace and Harmony of old with rainbow trousers, bum fluff mustaches and boobies all over the place; it was easy, gentle and was a joy to be part of.

We then had a few additions to the Beach Huts that we'd now taken over. First was a lovely girl called Eva from Lithuania who was well skilled in the art of the haircut. This was great as we both

Evening with the Gang

Vecery s nasim gangom

needed a little bit of a tidy. Having been traveling for so long we were getting a little shaggy in the bouffant department even though our pictures still depict us as out of work models qwaff qwaff! A couple, that had been traveling a while and were on a similar tour to us, joined in the fray, Ben and Sam. They were lovers of the beats and enjoyed their nightlife. Ben, in-particular, was passionate as he had really wanted to do some DJ’ing at various stages on his trip. We had two German girls that joined us and added to the “posse of pickles” that were now taking over the Bridge Inn. The last member was a girl from Tibet, Pemma Tatsu, who had been forced to leave to try and find a better life than the oppressive one she'd come to know now that the Chinese were encroaching into the country. If she ever publishes her story it would be a best seller!

The Inn was being run by a couple of Brothers, a wife and a small child who were probably the smallest family that we've ever laid eyes on. There's a picture of us all somewhere

Davyth, William and Brett

One of the best evenings in Goa, party where you listen music through headphones! Jeden z najlepsich vecerov v Goe, Diskoteka na ktorej ste pocuvali hudbu cez sluchatka

and the elder of the Brothers was just tall enough so that he could nestle in Williams belly button. Not that he would... but if he wanted to he was vertically perfect!

For New Years Eve we all sat at tables that had been set up on the beach around a massive camp fire and had Lobster and Champagne. I know.... We're homeless, on a budget, have 5 T-shirts, 4 sets of pants, 2 pairs of shorts and a few socks to wear for nearly 15mths and yet we're living it up on a beach with a Bottle of Bubbly!! Get in! Some of the guys from the Yoga classes came down to join us to spread some good energy for the start of the New Year. Brett and William had purchased one Mother of a Firework so it had been decided (as it is written in the stones of ages) that we should all sit in a circle and take turns to hold the A-Bomb. The idea was to focus all of your worries and concerns into it so that they could be released into the sky in a massive explosion then you don't carry the negativity with

Brett, Zuzana and David

Ticha party

you to start 2010. It was the biggest single firework on earth and made the most earth thumping BOOM as it scattered all of our worries across the sky. We'd been very careful when placing the rocket as just minutes early, some numb nuts 200m away had set up a firework filled with about 40 medium sized rockets that fell over at the last minute and fired these, Air to Ground, missiles straight into the bar. It was like something out of “When Fireworks Go Wrong!” We should stop beating around the bush, not worry about offending people and just say it how it is with regards to these Hazard Warnings that come with fireworks or anything for that matter. “Keep out of reach from children and idiots… you know who you are!”

The clock struck midnight and cheers, hugs and tears ensued. What a place to be and what a bunch of great guys to be with. We had an unreal time, absolutely unreal. We carried on drinking until about 2am and I was still feeling a little wayward so called it a night. Welcome 2010!

On New Years day we woke to the sound of the

A minty Shisha

..no it's not tobacco or drugs Mother.. Just steam... Mintova Sisa - len aby bolo jasne, to nie su drogy

waves hitting the sand, a sound that we'd been hearing for the past week or so but you never tire hearing it. We took a morning swim and that was how the day went. In and out of the sea and just relaxing. Although at dinner Zuzana was eating and she bit into something and her back tooth cracked very very loudly. Oh god! Did she not realise we were in India?? What the hell were we going to do? Luckily, and it always is luckily, Eva had just been to the dentist for a checkup in town. The dentist had been recommended to her by an elderly couple. So we whipped into town and walked straight in. 2hrs passed and she emerged. Sure enough she'd split her back tooth in two and it needed a crown which had to be made and would be ready in 5days time. What a bugger! But he was a very good dentist and we were both very happy with him and his level of cleanliness! When we returned to camp, the boys had made an executive decision to head to a new location for a while. A place called Gokharna, about 50kms south

Evan and a much needed trim

Strihanie na plazi

of Goa.

Brett stayed back to complete a course he was taking but Zuzana, William and I decided to head down there. We'd been to meditation classes and Zuzana had been Yoga'ing and we were really starting to get a little spiritual. A sort of understanding of our inner selves and the world around us...... Or getting high as some people call it. Not really Mother, but we were being exposed to all sorts of mental exercises and it was quite remarkable.

Gokharna was very similar to Goa but it took the whole spiritual journey to an even deeper level. There were people performing all sorts of Yoga and meditation up and down the beach and in the evenings people would gather at various points to chant and play instruments and just get high which I now understand can help you reach a state of Nirvana or a dribbling mess as I would call it. It wasn't really our sort of place being with a bunch of hippies and after two nights we'd decided to head back to Goa as we'd need to be there to get Z's tooth replaced. We said our final goodbyes to Brett and

Lazing in the evenings

Takto sme travili vecery

William which was very sad as they were such a joy to be around.

The next few days went quickly and Z finally had her tooth replaced to a fantastic standard and in the right place. So with a shiny new tooth, a mellow skip in our step and having had an amazingly memorable time in Goa, we took an overnight Bus to Hampi... With a bunch of Israeli kids, having just left Compulsory Service and what must have been a kilo of hash (it's weed Mum) in their backpacks.... Brilliant (sigh)!

SLOVENSKY

Takze, originalny plan bol nasadnut na vlak v Jodhpure, presadnut na druhy vlak v Mumbai a takto sa doviest do Goi, ktora je situovana na zapadnom pobrezi juznej casti Indie. Avsak, pretoze sme si neboli isti, kedy budeme do Goi odchadzat, nechali sme rezervaciu listkov az na poslednu chvilu. Viete, v Indii to nie je jak u nas, ze si kupite listok minuty predtym, nez pride vlak. Tu si musite rezervovat cestovne listky minimalne 1-2 tyzdne dopredu, lebo aj napriek tomu, ze ich vlaky su skoro kilometer dlhe, vzdy su doprasknutia preplnene. Dalsou takou zaujimavostou je, ze niekedy aj ked si kupite listok 4-5 dni dopredu, daju vas na cakaci

The Bridge Inn

Nase druhe ubytovanie "The Bridge Inn"

list. To znamena, ze 3 hodiny pred odchodom vlaku vam daju vediet, ci niekto zrusil ich rezervaciu a tym padom dostanete ich miesto. Ked ste na cakacom liste v prvej 20-tke tak je 99% sanca, ze sa na ten vlak dostanete. Niekedy sa tieto cakacie listy mozu vysplhat az do stoviek.

Vlakom sme pricestovali do Mumbia 22 Decembra a ked sme sa na vlakovej stanici sme sa snazili kupit listok do Goi, vsetky vlaky boli uplne rezervovane a mali cakaci list az do 200 ludi. Tak nam nezostavala ziadna ina moznost, nez vytiahnut z rukavu plan B, ktory bol dokoncit cestu autobusom. Poculi sme, ze to trva asi 16 hodin a v Afrike sme cestovali velke vzdialenosti ‘len‘ autobusmi, takze, co horsie by sa mohlo stat? Kupili sme si tie najlacnejsie listky, ktore boli k dispozicii a tieto boli uplne na zadnej casti autobusu. NIKDY to nie je dobry napad. Tiez, pri kupe listka (a toto sa stava kazdy krat) nas cestovny agent ubezpecil, ze jeho autobus je najkrajsi v celej Indii a dokonca nam ukazal obrazok tohto autobusu na stene, ktory skor vyzeral ako vesmirna lod s letuskami.

Mali sme 3 hodiny na zabitie predtym, nez autobus dorazi a tieto sme vyplnili fantastickym obedom “butter chicken” v

..nothing more My dvaja

miestnej restauracii, ktory bol jeden z nasich naoblubenejsich na ceste.

Autobus prisiel tradicne neskoro a my sme rovno zamierili do zadnej casti autobusu. V Indii uz sme boli sme v niekolkych autobusoch a tieto neboli vsetky zle. Ale tento mal viac dier nez okien. Nasadli sme do nasej vesmirnej lode a sadli na sedadla…. alebo prenosne postare, pretoze neboli ziadnym sposobom pripojene k autobusu. Bol to celkom teply den a diery v autobuse nam aspon umoznili mierny vanok, ktory nas schladil od navalu tepla z premavky. Zabralo nam viac ako 3 hodiny z Mumbaia vyjst pretoze pocet vozidiel v Indii a este v jednom z najvacsich miest, je proste neuveritelny.

V zadnej casti autobusu sa to vsetko odohrava. Nielen ze to je pre vacsinu zlomyselnych deti, ale taktiez z toho vzisiel jeden z najvzrusujucich momentov z celeho skolskeho dna..... Cesta nas vzdy previedla cez nejaky most, alebo jamu a akonahle cez toto presli zadne kolesa, tak nas nasa cast autobusu vystrelila do vzduchu, hlava primliadzgnuta na strope a ked sme pristali, tak to mohlo byt na kline vasho spolucestujuceho. Ked sa ale cislo tychto vystrelov dostavalo blizsie k 30-tke, tak to vsetko zacalo stracat svoje caro.

Tak sme sa usadili a myslim, ze v jednom

The Gang on 30 Dec

30teho Decembra - skoro posledna vecera v 2009

stadiu sme aj zavreli oci. Asi o 10-tej hodine vecer sme zrazu na pravej strane autobusu poculi buch, prask, tresk, zavrzganie. Tak sme nahle zastavili a sofer usudil, ze bude musiet vymenit zadnu pneumatiku. Zoberte si na vedomie, ze toto sa stalo v uplnej tme a trvalo to mozno hodinu ci dve. Ako tulak s novymi topankami sme boli opat na ceste a dobra sprava je, ze sme uz nemali dalsi buch, prask, tresk a zavrzganie vztahujuci sa pneumatike. Zla sprava je ze o 2 hodinach rano sme opat prisli k nahlemu zastaveniu a ano uhadli ste to… buch, prask, tresk a zavrzganie bolo tentokrat suvisiace k motoru. Do riti, do riti, do riti…!!!! Problem bol s palivovym cerpadlom - ked sme isli do kopca, palivo nedosiahlo do motora. Kryt motora bol hned otvoreny a vodic a jeho “tim”zacali neunavne cerpat palivo rucne a autobus sa zacal pohyboval v 100 metrovych intervaloch predtym, nez zasa skapal. Takto to pokracovalo celu cestu a islo nas trafit! Absolutne sialene! Preco neposlali nejaky dalsi autobus sa uz nikdy nedozvieme. Ked bolo okolo 10 hodin rano, tak sme s Davidom rozmyslali, ze si nieco stopneme. Ale spolusediaci nam povedali, ze to uz to nie

Bridge Inn Cuisine

Takto boli niekedy servovane jedla v Bridge Inn

je tak daleko. …No bolo to dalsich 6 hodin…… urgh!!
Do Goanskeho hlavneho mesta Panaji sme dorazili 22 hodin od odchodu z Mumbaia a tu nam bolo povedane, ze nas skoro mrtvy autobus nas uz nemoze doviest dalej. Tak nam kupili listky na miestny autobus a odtial sme museli poslednych 50 kilometrov urobit posvojom.

“Novy a bliskajuci” autobus nas zobral do Canacona, kde sme museli cakat dalsiu pol hodinku a potom s tym istym autobusom sme sa doviezli do nasej pozadovanej plazi Patnem. V Goi je vela krasnych plazi, niektore su divokejsie nez ostatne, ale Patnem s jej rodinnymi rezortami je nieco, co sme hladali. Pobyt na plazi, ktora hra hudbu “DUFF, DUFF, DUFF” 24 hodin denne a byt obkoleseni tymi, co miluju “DUFF, DUFF, DUFF” bohuzial nie je nasa pozadovana salka kavy.

V autobuse z Canacony sme narazili Poliaka Dariuza a on nam doporucil ubytovat sa v plazovych chatach zvane Namaste, v ktorych aj on bol ubytovany. Dostali sme dobru cenu do 28 Decembra, takze sme sa ubytovali na dalsich 5 noci. No, v 5-tich minutach sme na sebe mali plavky a skakali do oceana. Toto je naozaj vsetko, co sme robili v nasledujucich 2 tyzdnoch. Bolo

William and the Hobbits/ Owners

William a miniaturny bratia

to uplne vynikajuce. Presne to, co sme potrebovali. Snazime sa nasim doma vysvetlit, ze cestovanie nie je len popijanie piva a nic nerobenie, ale ze to vyzaduje velke usilie, planovanie a pracovat spolu ako tim a niekedy je proste potreba si dat prestavku.

Chodili sme na romanticke prechadzky, jedli v restauraciach na plazi, pozorovali zapad slnka…. Co sa tykalo jedla, mali sme obrovsky vyber. Od cerstvo chytenych ryb a morskych zivocichov, do Mexickej kuchyne, Cinskej, Talianskej, a vela tradicnych zapadniarskych jedal. Aj ked Indicka kuchyna je vynikajuca, potrebovali sme zmenu od vsetkych korenin, lebo nase zaludky proste nie su zvyknute na Indicke ranajky, obed a veceru. Co bolo ale uplne uzasne, ze medzi tymito jedlami tam bola jedna, ktora je velmi popularna aj u nas doma na Slovensku - Snicla s varenymi zamiakami a zeleninou. To je, co??!!

Vianoce 24 Decembra sme sli do Palolem Beach (co je DUFF, DUFF, DUFF kralovstvo) len severne od Patnem. Cesta trvala asi 25 minut chodzou. Ked sme tam minali miestne obchody, zrazu sa pre nami vynori nas milovany kamarat William s jeho znamou ciapkou v ruke. Velke objatia a pozdravy boli vymenene a prekvapili sme Bretta, ktory bol hned vedla v

The Gang

Gang

internet café… prezeral cyklisticke bundy a kozene nohavice - ved ako inac ked je jeden z motorkarov Brahma .

Na Vianocny Vecer sme sa vsetci stretli, William a Brett na priniesli malu ziariacu lampu na baterky, ktora svietila roznymi farbami a toto sluzilo ako taky maly vianocny stromcek. Jedli sme, pili a rozpravali o nasich uzasnych dobrodruzstvach ako Motorkari Brahma. Bol to fantasticky vecer a ukoncili sme ho asi o 2 hodine rano!

Chalani boli ubytovani na Palolem Beach ale hned na druhy den sa prestahovali do Patnem, ked si uvedmili, ze nasa plaz je ovela viac “v pohode”, super miesto na relax . Tiez sme si nemysleli, ze su “DUFF, DUFF, DUFF” typov chalanov.

Na Anglicky Vianocny den (25-teho Dec) sme sa zobudili a bohuzial sme boli tak trosku smutni, lebo to bol len dalsi normalny den a vobec sme nemali pocit, ze boli Vianoce. Mozno to ale bola dobra vec, lebo keby inak by sme to pre nas bolo asi tazke. Aj ked sme boli smutni, ze nestravime Vianoce s nasimi rodinami, aspon sme mali jeden druheho a boli sme na fantastickom mieste, takze sme sa na to snazili nemysliet. Podarilo sa nam ale s

New Years Lobster Dish

Morsky Rak na nasu Silvestrovsku veceru

rodicmi rozpravat, co bolo trosku dojimave, ale super. Niekedy je dobre vediet, ze niekomu chybate. David, ale na druhej strane, zacal rano nejako pravidelne navstevovat toaletu - mozno kazdych 20 minut az do obeda. Naprv sme si mysleli, ze je to len bolenie zaludka, ale v skutocnosti to bol zaciatok niecoho vacsieho (o com budeme rozpravat neskor). Ale v tejto chvili to bola neprijemna skusenost a vzdy tak trosku prekvapenie, ked mal len malo, alebo ziadny, cas utekat to bezpecia stojacej toalety. David si myslel, ze je to len z niecoho co jedol, lebo ja som bola uplne v poriadku.

Po Vianocnych sviatkoch a pred Novym Rokom cena nasich plazovych chatiek nadmerne stupla, tak sme sa rozhodli zmenit ubytko. Ked sme sa rozpravali s Willom a Brettom, tak nam povedali, ze ich je super a lacnejsie, tak sme to isli omrknut. “The Bridge Inn” vlastnili dvaja bratia, ktori boli ako miniatury normalnych ludskych bytosti. Chatky sa nam pacili a po dohode na cene sme sa tam 28 Decembra nastahovali. Toto bol zaciatok spiritualnej cesty, na ktoru sme sa obaja rozhodli ist. A preco nie, ked vsetci okolo vas o nicom inom nerozpravaju a fajcia co museli byt “Svate Bylinky”.

New Years Dinner

Silvester na plazi

Ja som vstavala vacsinu ran a sla na 2 hodiny Yogy a obaja sme sli na hodinu meditacie. Neviem, ci preto ze David zacinal byt chory, alebo kvoli tomu, ze bol v tej mentalnej zone, ale on (pocas meditacie) mal pocit, ze sa nadnasa. Nie, nie neboli to “Svate Bylinky” ale ked nas ucitelka vokalne viedla meditacnou cestou, on zrazu zacal pocitovat, ze jeho telo nie je v ziadnom kontakte so zemou. Toto ho ale tak vystrasilo, ze hned sa priviedol naspat. Povedal si “Co to docerta bolo?”

Takto nam dni utekali, relax, yoga, meditovanie, “peace”. Boli sme v neustalom kontakte s ludmi, ktori stale robili tieto veci a my sme mali nasu mysel otvorenu. Keby sme sa k tomu vzopreli, tak by sme asi stravili 2 tyzdne v Goi uplne sami. Goa je proste miesto, kde ste sa tomu nevyhnete a clovek nauci nieco nove. V skutocnosti to bola fantastic skusenost sa toho vsetkeho ucastnit.

V niekolkych dalsich dnoch sme mali do naseho klanu niekolko prirastkov. Jednou bola kocka Eva z Lotysska, ktora bola kadernicka, co bolo velmi vhodne, lebo sme obaja potrebovali trosku pristrihnut. Ked cestujete po taku dlhu dobu, vlasy sa vam doslova zblaznia.

New Years Dinner

Silvester

Dalsi bol par z Anglicka, Ben a Sam, ktory robili taku podobnu cestu ako my. Obaja mali radi party a “nocny zivot”. Takiez sa k nam pridali dve Nemky, ktore sice nebyvali s name v tom istom mieste, ale sa s nami skamaratili a tak s name travili vecery. Poslednym clenom bola Pema Tatsu z Tibetu, ktora bola nutena utiect z rodnej krajiny a pokusila sa najst lepsi zivot v Indii. Jej pribehy zo zivota boli neuveritelne a keby chcela niekedy zverejnit svoj zivot v knihe, tak by z toho definitivne bol “bestseller”. Majitelia “Bridge Inn” boli dvaja bratia, manzelka a ich dieta, ktory boli pravdepodobne najmensia rodina, ktoru som kedy videla. Na fotke s Wiliamom ten starsi brat mu dociahol asi len po brucho.

Na Novy Rok sme vsetci sedeli za stolami, ktore boli zaranzovane na plazi okolo ohna. Na veceru sme mali Morskeho Raka a Sampanske. Ja viem, sme bezdomovci, na velmi malom rozpocte, 5 triciek, 2 pary nohavic, 1 kratasy, 5 nohaviciek, niekolko ponoziek, ktore mame na celych 15 mesiacov…. Aaaale vieme ako si to uzit s flasou bubliniek. Cela skupina ludi z hodin yogy nam prisli dat trochu energie a tak sme sa vsetci zlucili

Ben, Eva and Brett

Ben, Eva a Brett

do kruhu a spievali a kecali. Brett a William kupili velku rachetlu a sucastou tejto rozlucky so starym rokom bolo, ze sme si kazdy museli tuto rachetlu podavat a kto ju mal, musel v duchu povedat vsetky starosti, problemy a negativne myslienky a dat ich do tejto rechetle. Tato bola nakoniec vystrelena dovzduchu a snou vsetko co ste do nej vlozili. Ucelom bolo, aby sa Novy Rok zacali cerstvo, bez nejakych trapeni a starosti. Bolo super pozerat, ako vsetky tieto potom nad name vybuchuju.

Ked hodiny zabili polnoc, vsetci sme si gratulovali, objimali a myslim, ze tam boli aj nejake slzy. Boli sme s uplne fantastickou skupinou ludi. Mali sme sa neuveritelne. Vystrelili sme viac ohnostrojov a tieto boli nadherne…. a bez problemov. Nie ako bar vedla nas…. Niekto strielal velky ohnostroj a tento sa prevratil a zacal strielat dovnutra baru. Iba sme videli ako siluety ludi vybiehaju von a kricia. Nastastie sa nikomu nic nestalo, teda aspon myslim. Mali by na tie ohnostroje pisat: “Drzte z dosahu deti a idiotov - vy viete kto ste!”

Ked boli asi 2 hodiny rano, David opat zacal pocitovat bolesti brucha, tak sme to nakoniec zabalili a sli domov. Welcome 2010!

David, Brett, Eva and William

Pozeranie ohnostrojov

Na Novy Rok sme sa zobudili do zvuku morskych vln splasujucich na piesok, zvuk, ktory sme poculi v Goe kazde rano, ale nikdy vas neunavi. Tak sme si isli zaplavat a taky bol cely den - do vody, z vody, citanie knih, nejake drinky, no proste super. Vecer, ked som jedla veceru, tak som do niecoho zakusla a zrazu iba chrup a cast zubu mi vypadla. No super! “Sme v Indii a co teraz? Co budem robit?” Nastastie nasa kamaratka Eva bola den predtym na kontrole u zubara, ktory jej doporucili jedni starsi manzelia. Tak som si vypytala cislo a objednala sa. Ked som k zubarovi prisla, tak mi povedal, ze ten zub, z ktoreho mi boli brate nervy a bol vela krat blombovany potrebuje korunku. Uz je na blombovanie privelmi slaby a ak si ho nedam poriadne spravit, tak sa mi opat zlomi. No, v tomto pripade je teda lepsie, ze sa mi to stalo v Indii, lebo tu som isla platit 10-tinu z ceny, ktoru by som normalne platila v Anglicku. Zubar mi zobral odtlacky zubov a povedal, aby som sa ukazala za 5 dni.

Ked sme sa vratili od zubara, William sa rozhodol zamierit do

Happy New Year...

a little belated Aj ked neskoro... Stastny Novy Rok!

novej locality, o ktorej uz rozpraval niekolko dni. Miesto zvane Gokharna, asi 50 kilometrov na juhu Goi. Brett zostal o nieco dlhsie, lebo chcel ukoncit kurz yogy, takze ja, David a William sme na druhy den zamierili na juh.

Gokharna bola velmi podobna Goe, ale cela tato dusevna cesta mierila este hlbsie. Vsetci cvicili yogu a meditovali na plazi, po veceroch sa ludia zhromazdili na plazi a hrali rozne hudobne nastroje a skandovali, vsetci fajcili marisku, ktora zevraj pomoze dosiahnut Nirvanu. Pravdu povediac, toto miesto plne hippikov nebolo pre nas a po dvoch nociach sme zamierili naspat do Goi, kde som sa aj tak musela vratit pre moj novy zub. Tak sme sa naposledy rozlucili s Brettom a Williamom, co bolo velmi smutne, lebo sme sa fakt dobre zblizili.

Dalsich par dni utieklo ako voda a konecne som mala moj novy zub nasadeny. Takze s novym, blizstiacim sa zubom, s poskokom v nasom kroku, velkymi nezabudnutelnymi zazitkami sme namierili do novej destinacie a skocili sme na nocny autobus do Hampi…. so skupinou “deti” z Izraelu, ktory prave opustili ich povinny vojensky servis a s asi kilom hasisu v ich ruksakoch…. No Super! (velky povzdych).

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