Day 117 (Wed 1 Nov) - Goa Majorda Beach
Up for our last breakfast at Shangrila. We're going to miss this place!
As we sat there Sarb finally managed to get a picture of the fighting bull that every morning has been taken for a walk to keep him fit.
After breakfast Sarb finally managed to get his hair cut. Every other time we passed the place it has been shut.
The barber tied the sheet so tight round Sarb's neck that there was a serious risk of oxygen depletion. Luckily Sarb managed to loosen it slightly. Sarb had his hair cut and declined the offer of a free head massage. The barber went ahead anyway. It seems that an Indian head massage basically involves inflicting all sorts of cranial damage as quickly as possible. After getting a right slapping round, and having his ears pulled so far out that they actually made a cracking sound, Sarb thankfully paid the man and made good his escape.
Jo had gone off to see Keith and Ruth whilst Sarb finished off his packing.
All met up in the hotel gardens a short while later. Sat around until about 2.30pm then made our way to the Pentagon for lunch.
After lunch Jo and Sarb got their bags from the next door hotel and loaded up Francisco's car. Said a brief but emotional goodbye to Ruth and Keith and set off down the road.
Got to the station and said goodbye to Francisco. Goa station is extremely modern; more like an airport terminal.
Waited about an hour for our train and boarded. We were in a Sleeper class which basically means 3 tiers of bunks with no air conditioning. Two Canadian girls also joined us in our little cabin and we were soon all chatting away. Turns out that these girls were working in some sort of Ashram where the monks would, without any malice, tease them for being a trifle plump.
We were having a jolly time of it thinking we had this little section of the train to ourselves but no. Loads of Indian tourists pitched up and basically sat ontop of us all. We got the bunks out and thankfully clambered up. In no time the entire floor of the carriage was littered with people making up their beds!
We were pretty glad when we pulled into Mumbai.
As we sat there Sarb finally managed to get a picture of the fighting bull that every morning has been taken for a walk to keep him fit.
After breakfast Sarb finally managed to get his hair cut. Every other time we passed the place it has been shut.
The barber tied the sheet so tight round Sarb's neck that there was a serious risk of oxygen depletion. Luckily Sarb managed to loosen it slightly. Sarb had his hair cut and declined the offer of a free head massage. The barber went ahead anyway. It seems that an Indian head massage basically involves inflicting all sorts of cranial damage as quickly as possible. After getting a right slapping round, and having his ears pulled so far out that they actually made a cracking sound, Sarb thankfully paid the man and made good his escape.
Jo had gone off to see Keith and Ruth whilst Sarb finished off his packing.
All met up in the hotel gardens a short while later. Sat around until about 2.30pm then made our way to the Pentagon for lunch.
After lunch Jo and Sarb got their bags from the next door hotel and loaded up Francisco's car. Said a brief but emotional goodbye to Ruth and Keith and set off down the road.
Got to the station and said goodbye to Francisco. Goa station is extremely modern; more like an airport terminal.
Waited about an hour for our train and boarded. We were in a Sleeper class which basically means 3 tiers of bunks with no air conditioning. Two Canadian girls also joined us in our little cabin and we were soon all chatting away. Turns out that these girls were working in some sort of Ashram where the monks would, without any malice, tease them for being a trifle plump.
We were having a jolly time of it thinking we had this little section of the train to ourselves but no. Loads of Indian tourists pitched up and basically sat ontop of us all. We got the bunks out and thankfully clambered up. In no time the entire floor of the carriage was littered with people making up their beds!
We were pretty glad when we pulled into Mumbai.
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11/01/2006 07:19:00 am
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