unplugged

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...