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29/3/2011
Didn't get up 'til 1.15 so stuck another day in Anjuna, which turned out to be a blessing!
Ate at a lovely restaurant/bar overlooking the sea and chatted to some more Danish girls, lads and some London chaps whom we played football with. Enjoyed the water despite the overcast conditions, messing around with some Iranian blokes chucking tennis balls and that.
In the evening watched some more cricket and met the Belgie at the sunset view bar as he had left us a love letter at our guesthouse asking us to meet him there!
Learnt that 'Babu' means 'good man' in Indian, and that's what our waiter was calling us all night. And then we were calling it him when he promised me he would sort us out a cheap taxi to Palolem for the next day!
Shortly after, we hit our first Goan trance party. And it was, mad.
We'd got through some of Chris' big stash just walking there which made us incredibly sweaty and took ages but it was once again worth it.
The place was unreal. Located on the beach, there were tonnes of stools selling food and bits and pieces outside for the 150-200 people that were there. I had to give in and buy a mars bar. I guess they realised that those smoking weed with the munchies will be craving food!
From hippies to rock-lovers, indie buffs and hardcore trance lovers and whatever you classed me and Chris as, there was a wide variety of people. I ploughed through almost a whole bottle of raspberry vodka with coke and then joined the Danish lads in some hard core dancing. Now this bit I find hard to explain, but it was awesome.
All sweating buckets, we just got our tops off, unveiled my dirty tan and under the neon lights I was chucking out the shapes without a care. Sexy, sweaty, dancing environment. I was walking along the beach in front of the place at one point to get some air, only to trip over a monster pipe coming from under the stage. I stacked it. And yes, it absolutely caned. I then got chatting to some Russians but speaking German, as they didn't understand English. Chris was impressed because I was proper going for it with my accent!
Unfortunately in Goa, the local government imposed the rule of no loud music after 10pm, so at that time we went to bar/restaurant joined by some hardnut from Nottinghamshire.
We smoked form a Goan pipe, chilled with some Californian stoners (one of whom grew weed for a living), did some other things and caught a taxi to some random bar in the middle of nowhere.
Chris reckons I stole some guy's water whilst he watched, and then caused uproar at a bar after some guy tried to overcharge me for a tuna pizza which I bought. I don't even really like tuna! I was badly gone by this point and apparently I threw the money at him in a huff and I acted like an ass, even though the guy deserved it (Chris' words).
Me, Chris and this Notts guy walked around the middle of nowhere (which I do remember) where we got picked up by some guys on Harley Davidsons and nearly crashed with the two of us on the back of one. They took us to some house party which took ages to get to, so was a good job they gave us a lift really!
Chris said I left early. All I know is I woke up to the sound of the waves on the beach and a nice French lad asking if I was okay. Lesson from the night's drinking - don't drink a bottle of vodka just because it's tasty and 3 pound....
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