So- we are finally here. Oh my word....what a journey. It has been one of those jouneys where if you don't laugh, you will cry!!!
After travelling for hours and hours on end, with screaming spoilt children and awful plane food and basic chair space, we arrive in Goa. First impressions......lets go with random.
We get a taxi that made my skin itch for over an hour to Palolem- our first stop, if you remember (or scroll down), to our lovely beachside hostel named Holy cow. At this point I was so looking forward to relaxng in the uber cool hostel, a few days on the beach, so much so that not even the scary drive involving herds of cows snoozing in the road nearly causing an accident every 5 minutes or the driver over taking lorries in the dark on a blind corner could put me off. We arrive, no one has heard of Holy Cow Huts. I want to pass out and be sick at the same time. An over eager/pushy young man is bothering us to stay at his guest house. NO!!!! We decide to walk around Palolem (now 6am) with our massive rucksacks. After walking down roads filled with cow s***t, open sewers and being followed, sniffed and near enough leg raped by dodgy (probably rabies ridden) dogs, we find Holy Cow Huts. BRAVO!!!!!! Or not. Imagine the desserted gypsy camp from the film Snatch- this was worse. It was not beach front, there were no tents or huts, an empty bar and destroyed chill out area- a complete ghost town with no sign of human life other than a family sleeping in a house/room near by. So here we were stranded with our bags with nowhere to go in this village with no one around about apart from the cows, dogs and annoying random men, with or souls shattered and feeling really deflated. NEVER GO TO PALOLEM. I had to switch on the roaming of my contract phone to quickly find a way out. Luckily we managed to get a taxi to take us somewhere else (another 40 min drive- bit of a dive- and that's being nice). We are currently sat in the hotel room as there is nothing to see where we are, popped to a shop for some supplies as we haven't eaten for about 14 hours, what a suprise- everything has gone off!!! Lovely. Mike is watching Indian soaps making up his own story lines and I am now going to research a way to get the hell out of here! Hope and pray for us that the next place is better. All you can do is laugh :)
After travelling for hours and hours on end, with screaming spoilt children and awful plane food and basic chair space, we arrive in Goa. First impressions......lets go with random.
We get a taxi that made my skin itch for over an hour to Palolem- our first stop, if you remember (or scroll down), to our lovely beachside hostel named Holy cow. At this point I was so looking forward to relaxng in the uber cool hostel, a few days on the beach, so much so that not even the scary drive involving herds of cows snoozing in the road nearly causing an accident every 5 minutes or the driver over taking lorries in the dark on a blind corner could put me off. We arrive, no one has heard of Holy Cow Huts. I want to pass out and be sick at the same time. An over eager/pushy young man is bothering us to stay at his guest house. NO!!!! We decide to walk around Palolem (now 6am) with our massive rucksacks. After walking down roads filled with cow s***t, open sewers and being followed, sniffed and near enough leg raped by dodgy (probably rabies ridden) dogs, we find Holy Cow Huts. BRAVO!!!!!! Or not. Imagine the desserted gypsy camp from the film Snatch- this was worse. It was not beach front, there were no tents or huts, an empty bar and destroyed chill out area- a complete ghost town with no sign of human life other than a family sleeping in a house/room near by. So here we were stranded with our bags with nowhere to go in this village with no one around about apart from the cows, dogs and annoying random men, with or souls shattered and feeling really deflated. NEVER GO TO PALOLEM. I had to switch on the roaming of my contract phone to quickly find a way out. Luckily we managed to get a taxi to take us somewhere else (another 40 min drive- bit of a dive- and that's being nice). We are currently sat in the hotel room as there is nothing to see where we are, popped to a shop for some supplies as we haven't eaten for about 14 hours, what a suprise- everything has gone off!!! Lovely. Mike is watching Indian soaps making up his own story lines and I am now going to research a way to get the hell out of here! Hope and pray for us that the next place is better. All you can do is laugh :)
Crikey cuz, what a start - it can only get better!
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There will be lots of highs and lows and this won't be at either extreme of the spectrum. At least you are free to roam the world. Have fun for me! At Olympics tomorrow. Sal xxx
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