More on Goa, well there’s really not a lot to tell. We spend our days at the beach, and, since renting a bike have done a bit more exploring. We took our bike up north to Arambol to meet some friends that we made back in our 1st week. Clint drove a couple times and nearly killed us; apparently he neglected to mention to Johan that he didn’t know how to ride- so it was quite interesting… but he learned fast. We’ve met a lot of cool people and had some strange adventures.
But, the trip isn’t done and we are ready to move on. It’s paradise here, but even paradise can lose its charm. We’re ready to see more of India, so it’s off to Hampi tonight via sleeper bus. Until next time~
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Expanding our horizons.
Jeez, just do it already...
One of the best sunsets we were priveleged to see and capture. The restaurant had a big bed next to the table where you could lay about and just chillax, and wait for the sun to touch the water.
Some Israeli girl and the crazy dude behind her is Ethan, a native San Diegan, believe it or not.
Easy Riders.
This is The Cap. He's a sea captain who looks like Santa Clause when he goes on a binge. The man has some great stories...
Well, America lost the cold war. God she was evil.... and on a side note, I'm wearing the incredibly hot hat because my head got sunburnt and was peeling like a motherfucker, was a rather funny sight.
Part of a Portugese fort.
Happy holi, the festival of colors, where kids hold ropes across the roads to block tourists on bikes as they lay siege with an array of powdered colors.Thursday, March 12, 2009
Chapter Two: Goa
We arrived in Goa after many hours of travel from Prague, what a pain in the ass. Johan insists that we make it clear that Clint got ripped off right away by paying triple for some drinks and not getting all his money back. But, they made it alright and learned a valuable lesson.
Our backs hurt from sleeping upright for so long, but oh what a beautiful place to be. Right off the bat, we knew we were mere mortals walking in a strange kind of paradise. Hippies run rampant, cows too, there’s coconuts and way too many Russians. Clint spends most of his time chasing one of ‘em, not doing too well though, but we’ll keep you posted as the cold war tingles.
As for the party, main scene consists of trance parties, markets, beach gatherings by day, all kinds of cool shit. We bought some Aladdin pants (Johan sucks at bartering), well sort of, but they are the most comfortable clothing ever; they epitomize the lifestyle. Just rented a bike yesterday, so we plan to explore up and down the coast to see more of Goa.
But it isn’t all so pretty, no sir. Beware Tibetan food, as you can see from the picture below. It is the face of evil encompassed in a bowl. We spent one night puking our guts out, and we’re still not fully recovered. Not nice, not nice at all. We down with asian-soup, man, but we’ll keep the Tibetan ingredients out of it.
Our backs hurt from sleeping upright for so long, but oh what a beautiful place to be. Right off the bat, we knew we were mere mortals walking in a strange kind of paradise. Hippies run rampant, cows too, there’s coconuts and way too many Russians. Clint spends most of his time chasing one of ‘em, not doing too well though, but we’ll keep you posted as the cold war tingles.
As for the party, main scene consists of trance parties, markets, beach gatherings by day, all kinds of cool shit. We bought some Aladdin pants (Johan sucks at bartering), well sort of, but they are the most comfortable clothing ever; they epitomize the lifestyle. Just rented a bike yesterday, so we plan to explore up and down the coast to see more of Goa.
But it isn’t all so pretty, no sir. Beware Tibetan food, as you can see from the picture below. It is the face of evil encompassed in a bowl. We spent one night puking our guts out, and we’re still not fully recovered. Not nice, not nice at all. We down with asian-soup, man, but we’ll keep the Tibetan ingredients out of it.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Newly-shaved, showing off in public for the first time. 'lo and behold, we got ourselves some attention. A strange German girl, who always wears this crazy hat. 
This weighs a ton.
This is what we are doing 75% of the time. It's how we roll. Although, we do some exercise as well, fighting off flies, mosquitoes and Indians determined to sell you crap.
Our bitchin' hostel.
Cows.
Evil.
1st beer, Kingfisher made only here in Goa. 
Dogs everywhere, man. They run in packs at night and molest cows and people. Not as nice as they seem...Fireshow at one of the trance parties.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Chapter One: Prague
So this is the beginning, the first chapter of our chronicles.
It all began in Prague on a dark stormy night... You have no idea how much of a pain in the ass this trip was to put together, so we were both quite ready to relieve some stress. Clint and Johan hugged. Clint was going on almost no sleep and stumbled in drunk (after drinking on his last night, he was afraid to go to sleep for fear of missing his trains/flight). Johan was well rested. Needless to say, the first night was kinda gnarly, a bit of a mess.
So, what else is there to say? We partied in Prague like people should. In fact, much of our time there was a blur. For starters, 90% of our pictures are captured at night. Day’s were spent in bed, with the occasional walk to Mcdonald’s or this fabulous baguette place where a Czech girl loved to fuck with us in our various states. How we love/hated her. Haha, good times. But seriously though, we didn’t party too hard….. Pfffffffffff!
We hit lots of cool pubs, clubs (underground-dungeon style), one was an old subway station. Czech girls are quite mixed, some really hot and some look like cookie monsters (please participate in our contest below).
That’s all for now~
It all began in Prague on a dark stormy night... You have no idea how much of a pain in the ass this trip was to put together, so we were both quite ready to relieve some stress. Clint and Johan hugged. Clint was going on almost no sleep and stumbled in drunk (after drinking on his last night, he was afraid to go to sleep for fear of missing his trains/flight). Johan was well rested. Needless to say, the first night was kinda gnarly, a bit of a mess.
So, what else is there to say? We partied in Prague like people should. In fact, much of our time there was a blur. For starters, 90% of our pictures are captured at night. Day’s were spent in bed, with the occasional walk to Mcdonald’s or this fabulous baguette place where a Czech girl loved to fuck with us in our various states. How we love/hated her. Haha, good times. But seriously though, we didn’t party too hard….. Pfffffffffff!
We hit lots of cool pubs, clubs (underground-dungeon style), one was an old subway station. Czech girls are quite mixed, some really hot and some look like cookie monsters (please participate in our contest below).
That’s all for now~
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