jennynordmans

So this morning we got to Goa (guaranted after a looong and cold coach journey), and took a local wibbely wobbely bus to Arambol. The beach is huge, and filled with relaxed, spiritual-minded old hippies in their best 40-50s, and the younger generation following their footsteps and trying to get a glimse of the old hippie-era here. There is a tiny village, and small restaurants (and huts for yoga classes, meditation classes etc.) in the sand along the beach, just in front of all the palm trees. In other words its great!

We have rented our very own hut on the beach, so the Arabic Ocean is only 30-something feet away. Since I am way ahead of Caroline and Ludwig considering tan-ness, Caroline has decided to go for what she calls 'the sausage tactic', which basically involves us lying on the beach and turning slightly every half-an-hour or so (just to get the right colour). I'm not complaining.

So I think this place is amaaazing, and am looking forward to seeing more of Goa. Caroline's favourite part so far, however, isn't quite the palm-trees, the watermelons or even the waves... She greatly enjoyed watching me having my armpits and eyebrows waxed and screaming with pain. The woman who did this actually used sowing thread and thats it. And despite the fact it was her idea from the beginning, she apparently got away with having 'too thin hair'. I bet she paid that woman in advance just to say that... hmmmm...

Else all is well, looking forward to having amazing Indian food that we have been promised in half-an-hour!

Peace, love and sunshine / Jenny