If you gotta go

I intended to spend my last day in Goa cycling around a bit more but it was incredibly hot. In fact I later discovered that India was experiencing a heat-wave, and it was even hotter than usual at that time of year. I couldn’t help noticing that although my little head was always covered with beads of perspiration and my shirt stuck to my back like velcro, most locals managed to look relatively cool in spite of long trousers and long-sleeved shirts.

So I took the bike back and did my blog for the previous day. I forgot to mention that on the Saturday night, whilst I still had the bike, I used it to get to the beach, where I somehow managed to get a little bit pissed, and when staggering off the beach, I tripped over a fishing net that some idle fisherman had left lying around, landing flat on my face on what fortunately was sand. I picked myself up, dusted myself down and then tacked my way home - on a slightly wobbly bike.

Had a late lunch on Sunday of Goan style fish and chips and then saw what appeared to be a bull or bullock having a swim in the sea ! No it wasn’t the previous night’s drink causing mirages across the sand - it was definitely a very large creature of the bovine family wallowing in the water and being washed down by a young lad - the photos will prove it.

Ah well, that’s India

And now I’m Goa, Goa, Gone !

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