One week in...

We are in Goa, a small state best known for its sweet beaches, which it has, and its westernized night life. We have enjoyed our relaxing days on the beach and our meals at the local restaurants owned by not so local individuals; each time facing the water of the Arabian sea or the live band. Today we rented a scooter and only dumped it twice, once in the sand and the other when we tried to off road it to avoid a car. The trip is incredibly stimulating. Most nights we are mentally exhausted from the processing that is taking place due to the megaloads of new experiences. Delhi was a bust. I loved it, Rose wasn't so sure, but when three days produced black chunks from my lungs we decided the pollution was unbearable and left. The 39 hour train ride that followed brought us to our current location. We planned to be on the move tomorrow but were just informed by a fellow hut sleeping neighbor, L, a late, middle aged germany man, that there is a 24 hour festival starting tonight and travel might be impossible. The train ride, believably, was great. We saw much of the country side, while there was sunlight, and witnessed the way many indians live; out of huts. Huts of plastic, huts of tin, huts of green, tall reeds they grow, dry then bunch together for a roof, walls, and one can imagine, their bedding. Plots are designated to dry the collected cow patties that are formed into personal pan pizzas for cooking purposes. Cows are everywhere; the road, the beaches, the huts, the intersections, blimey everywhere. So are the stray dogs!!!!

We tried to upload some photos but are having difficulties. Maybe at the next internet cafe we will have better luck!!!!