It was an hour and a half bumpy, whindy car ride full of sudden stops, swerves and once again near misses before we arrived at Pallolem Beach. Goa is known for its beaches and is on the west coast of India. It is much more lush and green and covered with coconut trees. It is also much more hot and humid. We were generously welcomed by many mosquitos egarly awaiting the fresh meat that had just arrived, calmly ignoring our deet covered limbs.
Our room was a thatched small hut with a mosquito net over the bed. The toliet and showers were outside a few hundred feet away. There was no hot water, but honestly you didn't need it. You must remember to bring your own toliet paper to the stall or...well....you can imagine. Bring your own soap too for washing. It was rustic, but actually quite good and relaxing. The beach itself was beautiful although a bit touristy it was calm, relaxing and most important....quiet!!! No horns! Although burning the trash was still common here, and the clothes we had washed were returned smelling like burnt wood. I picked up a cold here, but the humid air I think helped. I was now taking Pepto Bismol Tablets and Tylenol in the morning, and Doxyclyin (for malaria), Tums and Theraflu in the evening. I felt a bit like a walking drug store but I didn't have any more cipro and really really didn't want to get any worse than I was.
Two weeks into the trip I found myself finally wanting something other than Indian food. We ate a great resturant right on the beach, where the guy taking our order sat down with us and explained the menu. I had chowmein and was happy!
