After a surprisingly good nights sleep we woke up with only a couple of hours left of the journey, but without the usual "the next station is … " found on the Leeds train, we had no idea when we had to get off. We soon found that Indian people are very friendly and a couple of guys told us where to get off.
We then had our first experience of an auto- rickshaw which took us to Panjim bus station. When Rachael finally finished throwing up we boarded a state bus to Calangute. We arrived at the beach resort and had our first beer of the trip (Kingfisher), quickly making friends with an English guy Patrick who is out here for a few months and advised us where to stay.