Feigning a smile while feeling like I wanted to die in Panjim. Panjim is the capital of Goa and was owned by the Portugese til (I'm guessing) the 1950's. It's a dump (that's not a guess, it sucks). It's like the Portugese bailed 60 years ago and nobody has painted, washed, cleaned, repaired anything since.
The view from the balcony of our beach hut in Palolem. This picture is peaceful. Their colour scheme is not.
This is Dean and Leighann (in the background), a British couple we met in Palolem. Dean bought a bongo drum and was getting a lesson from a local on the beach (who charged a tidy sum).
One afternoon Dean, Leighann, Deneil and I managed to take control of the DJ booth at a beach front bar after a couple of cocktails. During Dean's throwback to Groove Armada's "Hello Country..." I took this photo. Listen to that record this weekend. It's still a corker.
I feel sorry for cows in India. They're Gods but they're allowed to roam free, eat garbage, and in this case get bullied by 2 dogs on the beach. They just barked at the cow for about 10 minutes and it couldn't get away. The dogs are very tame and lazy during the day but they form in packs at night and you don't wanna get in their way...
"...Stay off my wave, Bro."
"Go back to the valley, Man."
(Point Break.)
There will be more photos tomorrow. Don't forget to pull "Hello Country, Goodbye Nightclub" by Groove Armada out. Dad, I think Lachy has the album!
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