Football and Food

So Junie and I decided on Thursday, that if we didn't walk the kilometer to the bus stop with our heavy bags that day, we would never leave the beach and we would never see the old churches in Old Goa.

So we did! And then spent probably 5 hours haggling over prices at different hotels and guest houses and going back and forth and back again until finally we settled on one for 450 rupees a night (more expensive that the 200 we were paying at the beach) but it was the cheapest we could find and had TV & HOT WATER! Woohoo such luxury and even though we meant to change to a cheaper hotel with a shared bathroom....we haven't been able to pull ourselves from the water.

So after walking in the rain all day searching for a place to stay, we went to a little restaurant where I got delicious seafood soup and coffee and we sat on a tiny balcony with Christmas lights over our heads and we watched the rain. Walking back we heard a shout, but it sounded like a rickshaw driver so we ignored it. Junie stopped for a smoke and a black rainjacketed, man shaped beast ran up to us! It was a 23 year old British man named Myles who has been traveling all over India and was looking for a place to stay. So we helped him out...kinda...and went to bed and met him for breakfast and a trip to Old Goa in the morning.

When I can post pictures I will show you the gorgeous old cathedrals, the tomb of St Francis (which they used to open every 3 years but after a man tried to grab a toe and run...they only open it every 12 years), and some truly beautiful greenery. We walked around Old Goa and then came back to nap and meet up with Myles to watch...what else? FOOTBALL! I am watching an awful lot of football and there is hardly any tackling, but I am managing to get interested.

We went to a very luxurious restaurant where the waiter pulled out my chair for me and everything, it had a big screen and a delicious buttery soup which was probably my undoing. Because about 10 min after dinner was over I had an absolutely awful stomach ache, spent some time in the very Western bathroom (in India you learn to notice and appreciate nice bathrooms) and finally decided I had to get home while there was a lull in the pain. Cuz I pretty much felt like I was going to pass out. So I left Junie and Myles there and went to walk home but I felt so terrible I didn't even argue with the rickshaw driver when he charged me 50 rupees...psh way over charging but I just wanted to be home. Went home and watched some TV for an hour and felt fine, but realy weak. All I wanted was wi-fi and a chocolate bar but I had to settle for TV and Tums....But at least I feel fine today.

For breakfast...at 11:30 haha...we had fried rice and Pepsi because they had no tea or coffee! Then we walked to another place for coffee and a delicious Indian sweet that I can't spell the name of. I haven't tried many Indian sweets because it is so hot that I almost always want a milkshake with my dinner , but this was delicious, like a smaller version of a donut hole, fried until it is dark brown and then served in a bowl of sweet honey and cardemon (sp?) sauce. I am glad there were only 2 as I couldn't have eaten more!

So nearly everything is closed today because it is Sunday so when Myles and I finish blogging we are going to go for a walk and make sure we get back in time for the all important and amazing UK vs. Germany match on TV! Heaven forbid we miss even a second of it and we have already rooted out the perfect bar to watch it in that has both of Myles key requirements: big screen TV and cheap beer!
Gotta love India :-)