Goa

Me learing to earn a living indian style

Hello friends- my name has been mentioned a few times but I haven’t been properly introduced. I am Shalom Mayberg. So after our wonderful experiences in Mumbai the three of us took a day train down to Goa where we would meet Sofi and whooping cough Anna. After looking for a taxi for an hour that was less expensive than the prepaid ones, we ended up taking a prepaid one. However, during that time some very nice local boys were making friends with lusty Laura, I had to tell them to go away, they were moving too fast. The ride to the guesthouse was through a hilly mountainside that we wouldn’t see till the next day. But the air was fresh, the moon was full, and massive bats were all over the place. There was excitement in the air. The girls had just been through a cold winter of trekking and couch surfing and now it was time to just do nothing.



Remembering that everything in Goa closes by 11pm, we asked our driver if we can stop at a restaurant and grab some dinner. Shortly after he pulled off the road and we were in front of someone or others “family restaurant”. It looked more as if it was the men’s local watering hole. Guys were drinking 660ml of premium “strong” kingfisher beer and large shots of something whiskey colored. We ordered the usual; some gobi Manchurian, palak paneer, roti, chapattie, and of course a cup of hot special masala chai. In case I forget to talk about this special chai, this was probably one of the top two chai’s we have ever drank, and we would later eat at that restaurant 3 more times and 6 more chai’s.

from left to right LuLu, ShaSha, FiFi, and Whoop

Arriving at the guesthouse at around midnight Sofi and Anna were waiting for us on the rooftop with just about everyone else who was staying in Agonda (south Goa). We were in a real quiet beach village 15 minutes from the touristy Palolem and around 2 hrs. south of 24 hour parties. There were three Swedish guys, two others playing guitar, three girls who were leaving the next day, and a tall beautiful blond swed-that’s it.
For the most part of every day we would sit at the beach. Laura and I would generally sit in the same seat at the beachfront restaurant where we would have breakfast and lunch. We would get up for the occasional w.c. break, but other than that we didn’t move.

indian cows are happy cows