GOA
14TH SEPTEMBER – 2ND OCTOBER
We had another overnight train from Mumbai, we'd managed to get the last two beds on the train, or so we were told, problem was they were at opposite ends of the carriage. The travel agent had said to just go and see the conductor and he would arrange for beds together for us. After a few false starts we found the right guy, and he sorted us out as promised. Turns out the train wasn't full at all, but apparently they keep a few places back for emergencies. Can't quite think what such an emergency would be, but we got two bunks together anyway. This is when I found out that the bottom bunk on the side of the train was most uncomfortable, as it folded together from two seats with a big ridge in the middle!! Still, once the endless calls of the Chai sellers had died down, (the Indians have a way of advertising that they are selling something by repeating the word over and over again, very quickly. The calls of "Chai, chai, chai, chai" get very tiresome when you'retrying to get to sleep! Chai, for those of you who don't know, is disgustingly milky and unfeasibly sweet very weak tea! We got a fairly decent nights sleep, and woke up to breakfast being served in Goa. Food on Indian trains is great, there's no buffet car, but some guy comes round and asks if you want breakfast / lunch/ dinner, and then at the appropriate time, it is brought to your seat / bed!! Tasty and well cheap too!
The scenery had already begun to change as we trundled into Goa, coconut palms had begun appearing, and we pulled into Thivim station right on time. There was an army of rickshaws waiting, and after some discussion, we agreed a fare to Chapora, where we were supposed to go and see the owner of the local cafe to direct us to Myc's. On arrival we said to Patrick that we wanted to go to Myc's house, to which he replied "Myc's just there", and sure enough, there was Myc, sat at a
The scenery had already begun to change as we trundled into Goa, coconut palms had begun appearing, and we pulled into Thivim station right on time. There was an army of rickshaws waiting, and after some discussion, we agreed a fare to Chapora, where we were supposed to go and see the owner of the local cafe to direct us to Myc's. On arrival we said to Patrick that we wanted to go to Myc's house, to which he replied "Myc's just there", and sure enough, there was Myc, sat at a