The Goa Express

I was absolutely hammering my way up the country on the "Goa Express" sitting next to a cricket team.
What was in Goa? The most perfect beach in the world- Palolem. An island to swim to. The Arabian sea (warm).
So yes, it was a bit of a shame to leave so soon. I could have done it for a year. What we were doing was...nothing...of any consequence...it was brilliant. Yes, good New Year destination, New Year was a blast, even though we were at the wrong beach (fag butts and Indians in underpants). There was phosphorescence in the sea on New Years Eve at Palolem(phosphorescence is what micro organisms do to celebrate new year) so I was gutted to miss that.

But I had to say goodbye to the beach and sadly goodbye to my friends, who as I write are still living it up in a bar on the beach. But the Goa Express was making it very clear that I could not go back there. So regardless of mental inertia I was being swept back to where I started the whole India thing.