Goa

The beach was a 10 minute walk from my hostel. this meant 10 minutes of walking past stalls selling clothes and all manner of ethnic items...it was a daily barrage of 'sir sir, look at my shop', every few metres, which the novelty soon wore off. i went from a 'no thank you but thank you', to eventually simply a shake of the head, and in the end, just a nonchelant wave away of the hand...well, you got about 100 offers to buy things per day! oh, and this included (at least 5 times per day, offers of all manner os any kind of drugs you can think of...and no...i didnt)

by the last 3 days i had had enough of running the gauntlet of getting to the beach past the sellers, so i stayed by the pool all day. even at the beach you get people every 10 minutes trying to sell you things, by the pool it was total tranquility!

oh yeah, the cows even have free reign on the beach

and so i fell into a pattern of breakfast, beach, reading novels (3 in 1 week), shower, local bar to watch a film on large screen tv with dinner, beer and bed)...this was all week. i had one conversation all week, and you know what? i totally loved it

wednesday was the only exception when i went to the famous anjuna wednesday marklet...which was huuuge!