no snow in goa

After a good few stressful and COLD weeks, i finally got to leave snowy sweden for glorious india. Its been so great to see what James have been up to the last few weeks, and i totally get why he has loved it. Vagator is amazing, great atmosphear and lovely people. Especially Jorgen and Emma of course, who left yesterday and we really are gonna miss! And Matt! James' friend, such a lovely guy! The three of us went out for a few drinks on Matt's last evening, where i complained about the beer to taste weird and being old, just for James to be told of by the staff that the date on the beer to be the manufacturing and not the best before date... But it was a great evening!  
We left to another beach yesterday which is mother-daughter-yoga paradise! Loads of tie-dye and inner-peacefulness going on here. Yesterday we passed some kind of yoga-choir, singing through the sunset. When we took out the zacappa for a drink on the porch (yes, we have a porch with our little hut where we stay, very nice!) i was thinking to myself how glad i was that noone else was out (probably meditating), otherwise we most likely would have gotten the evil eye and some swede (here's loads of swedes) to tell us to keep it down. I dont know about that. So we've decided to go to Arambol tomorrow, which i think is gonna be wicked! And we're also gonna go on the night market which i am well excited about!
Yeah, we really havent done too much during my first week, but thats really the whole point i think. The first few days for me was basically about laying on the beach, listening to stories about what they all had been up to before i came, and drinking whisky and rum for my cold to go away. I am cured now. But we took a few pics!
our room in vagator, about 15 minutes after i arrived.
Sophisticated Matt
Playing cards on moondance
Vagator Beach!
Cows chilling in the shade.
sunset - nice
Lovely Jorgen and Emma!
headless james reading behind giant glass.

Just call me Maxi.

What a week i've had. It feels like it's flown by but at the same time, feels like i've been here for ages. I suppose time really does fly when you've got a nappy on.(Only a few people will get that). I love that feeling of losing track of time. I've never experienced it like you do here. You'll often here someone asking what day it is and nobody has a clue what time it is. You check out the position of the sun to give you an idea. Pure old skool trickz. The majority of my week has been spent on the beach, chilling out. There's been a couple of perfect all day-ers, one day in particular was amazing. Me, Emma and Bert headed down to the beach at about 10 am for breakfast at Santana's beach hut, which is the usual hang out. I had a double espresso, 2 cheese and tomato toasts, pancakes with honey on and a pineapple juice.Twaz glorious i tell thee. After that i went for a morning swim and then lied down in the sun and listened to some tunes. We ended up staying there all day, finishing it off by putting our feet up with a couple of Kingfisher beers and watching the sunset. It was beautiful.
Beach life here, really is the shizz. People watching and animal watching have become my new hobby. You get all sorts down here, and some real odd jobs at that. It's mostly Russians, Swedes, Germans and Indians down on Vagator beach and you can mostly tell who's who just by the look of them. They go about there day in pretty much the same way though, just lazing around in the sun. There's one bloke down here, that you can't miss. He's buffed up like a WWF wrestler and he's covered in tribal tattoos from head to toe. He looks like some kind of mythical warrior, like he should be riding around on a panther with a massive sword on his back.
Probably German.
Citeh. The indian women who walk the beach trying to sell you stuff are intersting aswell. Like i said you have to pretty much ignore them or they won't leave you alone. One of them freaked me out yesterday when she suddenly changed her voice into a full on cockney accent. Some proper Oliver twist shit. 'Oh please mister, won't you buy something? Cheap as chips. Don't break me little 'art'. Auugghh it was spooky how good she was at it.
The animals are probably the most fun to watch though. I saw a cow that had decided to lay down on someone's beach towel the other day. The bloke tried to get rid of it by waving in it's face and trying to bribe it with biscuits or something. Dreaming mate. He wasn't going anywhere. Haha FACE. The dogs on the beach move in packs and they've got their own territory which they take very seriously. If a dog strays onto another pack's turf then he'd better get running. I've seen that a few times actually. THe highlight of the week though has to be the bull fight that kicked off about 20 metres infront of me, t'other day. The bigger of the two forced the other one into a tree trunk and that was that. Madcap.
Apart from doing funk all on the beach we have been out a few times. We went to a full on beach rave on Tuesday night in a town called Anjuna. It was how i imagined it would be. Strictly goa trance and loads of people mashed on hash. It was a right laugh, i danced on the beach with a group of Indian lads. I wish i'd filmed the funkers, they we're dancing like absolute loons! I'm sure they'll be more of those kind of nights though.
Last night we went to a night market in a town called Arambol. It was amazing. It was built up on different levels, almost like some kind of arabisn town, and packed with stalls, full of clothes,jewellry,spices etc...Bert bought himself a chess board, which he had to bargain down the price for, for a few minutes. 1400 ruppees was the final price but i reakon he could have gotten it for less. Pure Bert.
In one week, Evelina will be here which is funkin wicked!!! I can't wait to have her here.
Here are some piccehs.
Chilling with a sprite on a rooftop bar.
A gecko that lives in my room.

Bull fight. BADASS.

Chikitta. A cute little kid that runs around Santana's bar. She's well cheekeh.
Indian schoolgirls. There were hundreds of them!
Indian schoolboys playing footeh. FOOTEH. 
A goan sunset.
Arambol night market. Amazing!
Just call me Maxi. The best of the worst deoderant's i could get hold of. It's so bad.
Cheers for reading!

Easeh life.

Another glorious day in Goa. The weather here is perfect. It's been clear blue sky and about 30 degrees, since we arrived. Quite a difference to the sub zero temperatures back in Sweden.You can really see what a positive effect it has on the people here aswell. No one stresses about anything (unless they're driving). Naturally, having a toke on your chillum after breakfast is gonna help aswell, but even those who don't smoke are just as laid back. Even the dogs, cats, pigs and cows that roam the sleepy streets of Vagator spend most of their time chillaxin' in the sun.a. You sort of lose track of what day it is let alone what time it is. Probably because you just do what ever you want, when ever you want.I reakon this might be the perfect place to start off your travels around India. Citeh.

On sunday night, Me, Emma and Jorgen (Bert) went out for dinner with their friend, Kent. He's from Dalarna but i think he sounds like he's from Finland. After some food and some rank booze called 'coconut fenny', we headed off to a trance party at an outdoor rave place called 'Hill top'. Welcome to the 90's. The trees were painted in fluorescent paint, people were swinging around rope that was on fire and the crowd was mostly a mixture of young indians dancing like absolute loons and middle aged white hippies strolling around as if they'd seen it all a million times. It was exactly what i expected. Their was a band playing instrumental trance, which was wicked innit.I think it was a one off though and it will all be electronic from here on in. We'll see tonight anyway, when we go to another party. The place closed af 10pm. What the funk!? that's the law around here though, these days. No massive parties after 10pm. So we headed to a town called Chapora. According to Jorgen, it's freak central. Freakeh. I saw a few odd balls but nothing crazy. Crazeh.

The morning after, we got up early and went down to the beach. We had breakfast in a beach hut, looking out over the sea. Twas paradise i tell thee. The lad who works there evn calls Jorgen, Bert,Which is his middle name, Just to wind him up. Or he calls him cocunut head. I like him already.We spent the whole day there, sunbathing, eating, drinking, reading, swimming, getting a massage. Pure beach life. A young woman approached me, tring to sell me beads and sheets. She told me she liked my white chicken skin. Easeh.
All the women trying to sell stuff have exactly the same lines.Emma falls for it everytime and they don't leave her alone. You have to be a bit harsh with them otherwise they'll never give up. Didn't mind getting the massage though. You get loads of people trying to sell you shit here. I needed some sandals so i approached a woman at a market stall. I asked her how much and she said '350 ruppees'. I said i'd give her 50 and she laughed out loud and said 'what you wanna buy, choclolate?. Ha! Evelina told me she loves haggling with people over here and i see why. I reakon we'll have a right laugh buying stuff.I settled up my bill before i headed back from the beach and it came to about 50kr for breakfast, beers and lunch. Riddick. You can't get a pint in Bishops for that.

Jorgen has developed an Indian accent. In fact, it started as soon as we touched down in Mumbai. He sounds like an absolute goon. I told him to pack it in but he said he can't help it. Haha worroh wolleh. I feel well at home with Indian people which is definetly because i grew up in Citeh.

Here's a few photos!

Mumbai airport. Preddy dang modern actually.
The taxi ride from Goa airport to Vagator. Check out that carpet roof!
THe view from the first hostel we stayed at. Well nice.
My current bathroom. Mys pys. My mum wouldn't even step into this room.

The restaurant at Moondance hostel, where we're staying.
Emma and Bert on our way to the beach. Dudes.
The path down to the beach.
A smokey jungle hut.
A beach pooch, chillin in the shade.

Cows, eating...something.

A typical beach shack.
Bert. What an absolute Bert.
It took me at least half a day before i realised thes'e weren't original Levi's.
A typical street in Vagator.
Cheers for reading, who ever you are! More to come soon. This blogging lark is a reet hoot.

Same, same but very different.

I've only been here for 2 days but i've already got so much to say.After an intense 24 hours travelling (Pure knack central) starting of in Copenhagen, flying to Istanbul, then to Mumbai and then a final flight down to Goa, me and my mates, Emma and Jorgen, finally made it to Vagator at about 4pm on Friday. We had rooms booked at a hostel, that i cant remember the name of, but it was an interesting place to say the least. My room was basically a concrete box, about 10 square metres, with a tin roof. There was a shizz load of ants all up one wall, a few mosquitos flying around and a funk load of Jurassic park sounds from above the roof. NOTHING can prepare you for that. I remember asking Evelina if you get a tv in most of the hostels and receiving a look of up-most pity. My idea of how this place would look was well off. So after about 10 minutes of struggling with with the mixture of jet lag and a sudden realisation that i was actually in India.(for the next 3 months!) i thought 'funk it' and embraced it. Since then it's been brilliant. After one night we then changed hostel to go and live at a place called 'moon dance'. This place is much better, and the restaurant does wicked food. So i reakon i'll stay here for a while until i'm a bit more adjusted to everything. There isn\t much to do here apart from laze around, go swimming in the sea, read, drink, eat and generally do funk all, all day. Which is the point! And exactly what i want for a week or two. I reakon i'll become more adventurous as the days go by and check out some other places, but the tempo is gonna stay the same. Citeh.

I've already had some funny incounters with some Indian people. A dude on the buss at Mumbai airport, sat dwon next to me and instantely asked 'Where are you from?' I told him i was from England but i live in Sweden.He looked utterly confused.He asked me where i was going and i told him that i was going to Goa, and then in a couple of weeks, my girlfriend is gonna join me and we're gonna travel up north.To which he replied 'You go north? Then you have to buy the woolies!' Meaning get a jumper. Haha, love it. The taxi driver was also a character. He drove like an absolute mentalist. We must have had 10 near misses with oncoming traffic, but he knew what he was doing. I loved it, it woh like guin on nemesis wunt it. At one point he drove past a donkey that someone had covered with bright clothing and shouted 'Hey, look, it is your friend! All dressed up nice for you!' hahaha too funny.

I'll put a few photos up in the next couple of days. Right, time to get bomfunked.

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