(not a real post)

Written about half a week ago...

Man. What a day. What a couple days. What a difference a shower can make. Man.
Nechama and I arrived in a little beach village in Goa, named Arambol - such a stark difference to the bustle and craziness of Rajasthan and Mumbai. Life turns much slower here - and I think it's what we both need.

We're currently staying in a tiny room above a German bakery a little off the beach - no hot water, but we do have a lovely fan that makes our lives that much more comfortable. After the refined treatment we have recieved during our roadtrip of rajasthan,we are going to be 'slumming' it during these next two months - and boy am I excited! No, seriously. This is the life.

Written this morning on an empty stomach...

This place is too seductive - we might never leave. The relaxed and sleepy pace of Arambol, the endless stretch of sand and warm clear water - how can you go wrong? We met back up with the British trio we bumped into at McLeod Ganj (Dharmasala, in the north of India) and now have a chilled little group of brits, irish, aussies and the lone argentinian.

I'm going to get some lunch now... i'll be back.