Wake up woman!!
5 more minutes!
You said that 10 minutes ago!
Today we have an exciting job to do. That's right, we have work.
A friend's friend is a property developer and we'd like to see a little ferienhaus we can buy. We're both dreamers and the first thing to do is to see what you'd like to dream of.
It is at Varca beach. I have no clear idea where that is, but I know we will go there on the scooter.
It is raining heavily. The wind is blowing and the way we see it, we cannot do anything unless we get raincoats.
We had already tried the previous evening, Jenny and I hunted everywhere along Calangute and Baga for some nice oversized Parkas. Nothing. Either windcheater type jackets, or a 2 piece raincoat.
Ah well, a 2 piece raincoat it is.
We choose the most ridiculous US Army 2 piece raincoats and buy the same ones, just for the heck of it. It is very very difficult to get these on. Not because they are tight but because we are both shaking with laughter and tears are coming out as we laugh at the opposite person who looks like an idiot in these super fake US Army raincoats with US air force written on one arm and US navy on the other.
We look like demented twins. Here, take a look.
Armed (heh heh) with our stupid raincoats we attack the weather head on. We reach a bookshop where we buy a map.
Lesse now Varca. Ah there it is. Ahead of Colva, doesn't look like it's too far away. Calangute to Panjim, Panjim to Margao, Margao to Colva, Colva to Benaulim and there it is.
Alarm bells are ringing in my head. Something isn't quite right. Hadn't we hired a taxi to get to Colva once when I was younger?
I cannot remember.
North Goa-South Goa.... uhhhhhhh
OK I know how to go.
Are you sure?
Yeah. Uhh.. it's a long ride.
That's cool, I'm enjoying myself, I hope this stupid rain stops. How long will we take.
An hour, hour and a half maybe.
Cool, let's go.
The rain will not ease up. Just won't stop.
SHHHHHHHHH!
We're riding. I am going very slowly because it is wet, cold and raining. I must be doing about 30 to 40 kmph. No rush, better to go slowly.
it is wet and cold, but somehow still pleasant. Jenny is holding on to me just like that Rajesh Khanna song that Asish Pallod sang.
She's got my bag on her back, that has a towel, 2 extra teeshirts and my camera inside.
In about 40 minutes we're at Panjim City. Not bad.
At Panjim we find the road to Margao. It is about 46 kms away. Oh dear.
While it looks like a good road, the wind is killing us and the rain has wrinkled up our skin. TheOne® has put on her sunglasses (these make her really look ridiculous in the pouring rain, a German in a US army jacket with dark glasses on)
While I have already lost my glasses and have none and the rain is stinging, piercing my eyes like needles so I have chinesed my eyes as far as I can chinese them and I am now doing about 25kmph.
2 hours later we're at Margao. We're both very miserable already.
SHHHHHHHH!
Excuse me SSSHHHHHHHHH Colva?
Colva is still a long way away. We're off the large intercity road and back to Goa's typical winding green roads.
Jenny is hungry, cold and miserable.
We need to stop somewhere for lunch.
We find a simple nice Goan cafe and get inside.
Jenny looks all red-eyed and is sneezing. I am afraid she's going to be sick. Maybe this was not such a good idea after all. We have spent 3 hours on that stupid scooter and I cannot even sit straight anymore.
She leaves and changes her teeshirt in the toilet. I simply take my shirt off, wring the water out of it and sit at the restaurant without a shirt. Shrug. I can do that sort of thing, lol.
2 large brandys please. With nothing else, no ice water coke nothing, just brandy in a glass.
We down them in one shot like we downed schnapps in the bitter German cold and we both feel a little better.
Time for some typical Goan fare. Fried prawns, some Kalamari and some prawn curry with rice.
As soon as we're in the restaurant, it has all but stopped raining.
We call our contact and let him know that we will be at Varca shortly. Now it is time to leave.
Guess who's waiting for us outside?
SSHHHHHHHHH! Now that we're ready to leave, of course the rain has returned.
We reach Colva and then from there to Benaulim where we wait for our friend to visit us in his Honda City. We're standing there at the town centre.
Jenny is laughing like a little schoolgirl, everytime she she sees me all bundled up in my US army raincoat. She keeps imagining what this guy will think of 2 tramps who have come to see his property and bursts into peals of laughter.
Of course she is a fine one to laugh, standing there in dark glasses with rainwater on them and that stupid US army raincoat with streaks of Mascara running down her face like some war paint.
To be continued...