So after we hated the first experience of the holy cow, we got an emegency taxi to a plac called Margao. It was a bit of a dive, nothing to do and humid. I tried to use my prepaid STA travel card and it wouldn't work, typical of the STA to screw things up. No doubt my Barclay card will decline soon as it is now being used in India.
Although the hotel in Margao was a little scary, we decided to eat at their restaurant. AMAZING curry. For 2 curries, 2 rice, 2 650ml Kingfisher beers and 2 large vodka cokes it cost about £7.50. I can die happy after that. The next day we got a taxi to Anjuna and located a beach side hostel, massive dive and the pillows smelt of earthy mud. The whole place stank of damp and there were stains on the walls and sheets- which seems to be the main fashion for Indian hotels. The shower didn't work and there was a hose pipe contraption that only dribbled cold water when we were lucky that Mike just HAD to hose me down with for his own amusement- why do I let him do these things? It is just easier to humour him that's why! Haha. So after realising being by the moody beach was pointless due to poor weather and it being out of season we moved more into central Anjuna and are staying in a nice hostel with a proper shower (praise the lord). Sat in an internet cafe after having another amazing curry for a ridiculously cheap price, sipping on vodka and trying to bite off Mike's stubble (at his own request). The strangest couple. Also- I think the mosquitos find my fleshy white flump skin attractive- keep having to bat them away. Hoping to move on to another place tomorrow for a few nights due to Goa being a 'no Goa area' at the moment (I was a little bit sick at that joke too)
Although the hotel in Margao was a little scary, we decided to eat at their restaurant. AMAZING curry. For 2 curries, 2 rice, 2 650ml Kingfisher beers and 2 large vodka cokes it cost about £7.50. I can die happy after that. The next day we got a taxi to Anjuna and located a beach side hostel, massive dive and the pillows smelt of earthy mud. The whole place stank of damp and there were stains on the walls and sheets- which seems to be the main fashion for Indian hotels. The shower didn't work and there was a hose pipe contraption that only dribbled cold water when we were lucky that Mike just HAD to hose me down with for his own amusement- why do I let him do these things? It is just easier to humour him that's why! Haha. So after realising being by the moody beach was pointless due to poor weather and it being out of season we moved more into central Anjuna and are staying in a nice hostel with a proper shower (praise the lord). Sat in an internet cafe after having another amazing curry for a ridiculously cheap price, sipping on vodka and trying to bite off Mike's stubble (at his own request). The strangest couple. Also- I think the mosquitos find my fleshy white flump skin attractive- keep having to bat them away. Hoping to move on to another place tomorrow for a few nights due to Goa being a 'no Goa area' at the moment (I was a little bit sick at that joke too)
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