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.
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