Lush green Goa.
Cuddle-greedy stray (?) dogs on the beach, giant brightly colored butterflies, mouse-eating ravens, neon caterpillars, eagles, caravans of cows passing by, morning yoga, unbothered by friendly fishermen.
Helpful people from the toilet lady to people on the bus; I can ask young men for help and they are just eager,polite and lovely. The Portuguese style houses, in full decay admidst the greenery, are soothing to my eyes (even though the green, oddly, is not entirely unlike Leamington, only in warmer)
Goans are lovely - less staring, less or no selfies (with you in it), much less "in your face", less business forced on you, better English all around and, stereotype permitting, like all Indians, they are funny...
Odd observations:
- why the repetitions? Things are usually said twice or three times, sometimes by rhetorically changing the word order ("guys, what is yoga? Yoga is Union. Union, that is the meaning of yoga.")
- There is true creativity in the spelling of dishes on the menus (Greak salad and stakes)
When I arrived there was a day of.almost complete rain but yesterday and today were so sunny I got enough sunburn to last me day in stare capital Panjim (next stop).
Now it feels a bit as if I had been in a cult, from the complete dryness and vegetarianism of the town, where each piece of tofu, paneer or egg had to be struggled and dearly paid for. Daal, cabbage, and oily same-spiced food evey day. I'm so over this.
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