Day 9: We reach Goa!

 

I'm starting with a nice photo from Goa for some click bait-ey goodness

After a few tough days on the road, we decided to enjoy sweet sweet Goa prior to moving out further.  We got up early and walked about Karwar a little.  The little town has a pretty nice beach, and cows wander about the township chewing up morsels of goodies in choice rubbish bins and gutters.  They move with impunity and settle as they like on the road or pavement.  The dogs, having been displaced from their natural place in the ecosystem, wander about the beach in packs and look a little scrawny.

 

  Just chilling

We test our tummies with some good old masala dosa and purè (sic?), and of course chai!  Double portions each in tiny cups of goodness.  Mmmm. 

   

Definitely needs more chai  

 

Sure hits the spot

 

 

Hipster masala dosa shot (or thosai, in Singapore)

Catbus needed some noms too so it got some goodies too.  Our complicated refuel system includes the liberal use of 4 hands, a funnel, a hose, and a jerry can of ever abundant fuel.  We spill a bit on the floor and the locals look at us with abhorrence.  Those idiots!  They telepathically hiss at us.  

 

This is the most artistically taken photo you will ever see of two dudes putting petrol into a fuel tank 

We eventually had to refuel the jerry can later on, right as we crossed from Karnataka into Goa.  Petrol was about 18 percent cheaper there probably due to differing state taxes so jerry cans weren't quite allowed - much like how petrol purchase is regulated moving from Singapore into Malaysia.   Petrol kiosk uncle was a wise one, however, and asked us to keep the jerry cans within the vehicle and pumped into them with the vehicle as a screen.  A passerby would probably have seen it as him pumping petrol direct into our fuel tank. I love this country.  

 

Catbus putters into the light!

We make a grand total of about 38km into Goa and land ourselves in Galgibagh beach.  Or Galgibaga beach.  State signs all had assorted combinations of similar letters so they can't fault us for getting it wrong if the state itself has not decided how to spell it.

We hit up a seafood shack that I remember from a previous trip to Goa for more nomz to make up for all the lost opportunities of the day before.  

 

Fresh and cheap oysters straight from the sea

I warn Jik that Indian Gut: The Diarrhoea Strikes Back is well on the cards if he keeps gulping those oysters down but he was undeterred and waved me off with some comments about having a second stomach for oysters.  Okay buddy, I'm putting it here that last laughs are with me if you're simulating the Ganges River with your butthole tomorrow. 

Jik: I had 16 oysters and it was great. I'm tied 1:1 with the God of Bowel Killing now.

Jikky, being of a firm and brilliant mind, also decides to imbibe mountain water from a waterfall that originated rather suspiciously from right beside someone's house.  

So clearly we can't blame everything just on India. 

Well back to the nice seafood shack. 

 

Doggy is in a food coma 

Le Jik in his natural habitat, sans pee pool but probably with smelly hands

We spent the rest of the day bodyboarding and lazing around the beach.  Goa can not be resisted.  If you haven't realised by now, we didn't drive very hard today.  Sorry guys.  

Oh the guilt!  Penance will come in the days to come.  Tomorrow we'll work harder okay!  

Yinghao

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Obligatory daily sunset shot