ellen and i are currently in goa, getting burned and enjoying vegetarian food. not only can i order food in my own language, i don't have to worry about what mystery meat will be lurking at the bottom of my bowl or food heap...BECAUSE THERE IS'NT ANY! we have been rotating sitting on beach chairs and swimming in the ocean for the past 2 days while trying to dodge sketchy people. we are probably the most modestly dressed people on the beach with our suits, but maybe people find that even more intriguing? bastards...the beach we are staying at is hippie central!!! it's nice because there are no screaming popped collared americans...OMG IM SOOOOO DRUNK. people will claim that this is merely a stereotype of the american traveller. i have trekked across many lands to the soundtrack of the american drunk. however, in our defense, i do think we are one of the friendliest lots.
prior to the paradise that is goa, ellen and i stayed in the small village of panjim. one of the highlights of panjim was simply strolling about the portuguese area, camera in tow, to capture all the colors of the old buildings. we came across a cover band in a small studio and sat down to absorb their covers of santana, a sean paul and the beach boys. we also visited a bunch of churches and posed for a family shot with some tourists. i wish i could detail more of what happened, but my brain is on beach patrol. sand, lassi, i dont want another sarong, check out the nips on that chick, etc...it's a lot to take in...
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