Last day blues

We were both sad on our last day in Goa, but it had to come sooner or later. Our growing waistlines were very thankful though.

That morning i went as per usual to put my towel on the sunlounger in true German style, but the full blooded ones had already beaten me to it. Gutted, I laid it our nicely on the sand.

There was still time for plenty suntanning as well as purchasing a couple of trinkets for friends and family. I tried to capture any moments that i had missed thus far and continued suntanning. Attempting to pay for our stay was always fun and games as those nice people in the fraud department at Natwest in the UK seem to block our cards every time we attempt to use them in a new country abroad, no matter how many times we call them to say we are going here, here and here, they still leave us hanging at bill time. Many phone calls later in my polite aggravated voice we managed to check out and pay, relax on the beach some more and fit in a good lunch with our new Austrian friend Anna. Little did i know that this ongoing bank saga was the last of our worries for the day.

Over lunch Anna kindly offered us all her unused medication she had with her. No she is not a dealer or addict, she's a doctor. So Celia and I gladly took them when offered, now we carry everything you could possibly want for aches and pains in the winter, malaria, dunshiss, flu, you name it. We were sorted so no longer worried about eating scraps off the floor or drinking tap water.

We had booked a train trip back in 3AC to Cochin but were on the waiting list as it was full, the ticket office had assured us that there would be cancellations so no to worry. Well there weren't and that evening we had to take the 15 hour trip back to Cochin in general class. We were scared i think is he word. Fiortunately we met some nice indian fellows on the platfom that kept us 2 seats on the already overcrowded hard wooden bench. I can exclusively tell you tha this now 6 seater bench is only meant for 3 and to say it was a squash is an understatement.

Now already an hour into this trip and this Indian opposite me is violently coughing and spitting. All that is going through my head is the nurse back in London saying you don't need your TB shot unless you are going so sit next to someone that has TB for more than 3 hours". I was screwed. When tiredness finally set in we were rudely awoken at about 3am by some guys having a punch up in the carriage, it was pretty hectic and i never went to look in fear of being involved. Then came the moment on the trip thsat made i completely worth it. The guy sitting opposite me pipes up "there seems to be some confusion over the seating", the understatement of the century. The rest of the trip we saw policemen with hancuffed criminals beside us and many more things to make you laugh and simultaneously feel sick. Ecstatic to be back in Cochin, all that is left is a flight back to Singapore and then onwards to Hong Kong.