It's Hippie Time

After writing last we eventually got to the delayed wedding reception, an amazing event at a big outdoor resort with small waterfalls and palm trees everywhere, I made a quick seatcount and estimated around 600 guests. Apart from the wedding we've been checking out what Baga Beach has to offer, it turns out they offer loads of Russians with too much money and white trash Brits with tattoos all over (I don't think I've seen one single British man without The Three Lions scarred into some part of his body) so we've mostly relaxed with beers on the beach. India has to main brands of beer, Kingfisher who's slogan is "The King Of Good Times" and Cobra who have counterattacked with "Why have a good time when you can have a great time." However we have opted for just having a good time as having a great time apparently means drinking sweet urine. Also Goa has its own special liquor called Feni, it also comes in two types; one made from Cashew nuts and one made from the sap of a coconutpalm-tree, drinking it straight was quite horrible but mixing it with the local Limca soda is actually quite nice. Of course we managed to see the fantastic football match on Sunday, when my team United thumped Joshua’s team Chelsea 3-0! After staying in Baga Beach for about six days we felt we needed a change of scenery, so yesterday morning we took a 20 minute taxi ride northwards to the close by beach of Anjuna. Anjuna is surprisingly different from Baga despite the short trip, more hippie backpackers, not as many families, dodgy electricity which can disappear for hours on end and also the beaches are not quite as nice as Baga, with cowpats every here and there and a more rocky kind of beach, but you can't have your cake and eat it I guess. We haven't decided how long we're staying yet, but will probably travel southwards sooner rather than later to check out new beaches, I'll write more when I have more information.