Electrical supply is sporadic at best.The sun seems to be playing the same game at this junction. No more sunset or sunrise picture taking either. Riding in the evenings on the scooter has changed from squinching up our eyes to avoid the midges, to scrunching up our eyes to keep out the rain drops. Though one thing that changes not… the people are still great.
We have moved to a new rented room... it has AC when the power is working, so that means we left our chordless kettle at Evershine, this is the first time my can opener has been larger than my kettle - not that we own such a large tin opener...
We are able to get amazing granadillas here.
They are just like one can get at home only nothing like that all*--*
I know, bit confusing but hey… hubalookmadam (as they say at the markets in Thailand)
We have hired a motorcycle. It’s the closest thing we are going to get to an aircon at this stage. At least while driving around we get to feel the stifling hot air move! It’s a great way to get around as we have experienced before.
The bike wala who hired out his bike was very friendly, didn’t ask for any papers or proof of where we were staying, nothing, nada, rien, and happily handed us the keys and directed us to the nearest (only ) petrol station to fill the tank. Go figure. Try that back in Sunny South Africa, mate and you’ll be looking for a new bike.
There are Catholic churches/chapels all over the place, in different states of disrepair and always locked. Sunday evening we saw people placing candles on the windowsills outside the doors and standing praying in front of the church. They are spotted like shrines around the area , sometimes crosses are adorned with faded garlands.
I don’t understand.
This is the view from our current place of residence - the crows wake us in the mornings....
The south of India is so different to where we have been so far. It seems more relaxed and slower paced. Old hippies congregate at the cafes and bars. Lost souls searching for who knows what in a place that sells all sorts and what not. From the good hashish, the kind from Afghanistan, not the Chinese rubbish I’m told, to Opium, the real good stuff –also hearsay. The whole of Goa used to be a Portuguese Colony, therefore for the most, it’s a catholic area. Sadly, the rest of India regards the druggies and dopers, drinkers and smokers as ‘Christian’. And have no reason to change their opinion.
Quite something.
This is our room, we don't have a television but we do have a huge kitchen clock to watch if we so choose...
Then there is beauty. Beauty in the simplicity of the people. The lady running the guest house, has been very good in supplying us with hot water for chai. We looked around to buy our own kettle only to discover that they were rather pricey in the local supermarket, mentioned it to our host who said she has one that previous guests left behind. When she brought us the chordless kettle, she was a little confused, saying that she thought it was coming apart, but maybe we would be able to figure out how to use it.
Well it dawned on me that she was boiling water in a pot on the stove for us, not sure yet whether the stove is electric or fire or gas…. But she had no idea on how to make use of the electric kettle….. now for a cup of chai!
Some more unusual sights to be found in this area.... did I mention on the way down this way I saw a cart being pulled by a CAMEL? The cows, dogs and goats seem to get preference on the roads... I figure the elephant would too, probably just due to its size....
This is a beach town, and sunset happens over the water...
