The last thing I'd expect to be doing in sunny Goa is a friggin' blog post, but here I am doing just that. Actually I was just strolling down the main street here at Candolim when I happened to see an I-Way Internet Cafe. And it's airconditioned too! Wow, Goa is getting better. And it's not just an Internet cafe, it's also a Baskin Robbins and US Pizza joint combined. Which is not a bad idea ... I just might grab a bite after I'm done on this machine.

The weather is lovely ... glorious I should say. Lots of firangs (Limeys mostly) , and surprisingly lots of desi's too. I could tell some of them were Bongs - you can't mistake those round faces and specs :)

And why is it that 7 of 10 women I see are bludy fat! No, seriously - saggy lard buckets, the lot of them! But I haven't been down to the beach yet ... hopefully it should be a better scene there.

Y'know, I just love this place. It is so relaxing. I wouldn't mind buying a Bullet and becoming a motorcycle pilot (as they are called here) for the rest of my life. And it's sad to see how many outsiders have made Goa their home. If it were left to me, I'd organise demolition squads and kick these Kashmiri handicraft blighters back to goddamned Srinagar!

Adios then. More from Goa later.

Peace, love and sand in your shoes.