Eventful weekend this.
Friday: Didn’t have much to do except worry about the family back home that suddenly has a spate of illnesses. Played cards with D till 4 am to distract the mind and learned Fish. This is the second card game I have learned and trust me, it’s good fun. Only D was way luckier and sometimes I was plain stupid so I lost by a huge margin. Now here’s where I am a traditional wife. My husband’s losses might be his own but his wins are definitely mine too. So I won. End of story.
Saturday: Decided we haven’t tripped in a while so went straight to the north east of Goa. The rains lashed on, the roads were broken and the forest was green as hell. Ended up getting lost in the forest and then coming back via a very long route. Which meant that a trip that was to be over in 3 hours took over 5. Got back home terribly tired and with a killer backache, but had promised to meet friends at a pub. Got dressed and went out again. Realized I was overdressed even before we parked. The other girls were wearing the barest minimum and I was in all sorts of full trousers and necklines that refused to plunge despite my best attempts. Spent barely 5 minutes there befre deciding to go back and drink at home and be more comfy. So went back, chatted, got a lot of flak for the smoking and got reasonably tipsy. Finally found a girl who is as addicted to shopping as I am, so that was great. Crashed at 5 am.
Sunday: Woke up really early and prepared to leave for the waterfall we had planned to go to, though honestly I was not up to it. he other guys came late so that was changed to a trip to the Cabo de Rama fort. We got drunk mid way, went to the fort, got terribly drunk again, had a lot of fun, took loads of pictures, and then decided to go home. On the way back a gang of Saudi Arabian boys drove so rashly that it pissed the hell out of all of us. They cut us in several times so we went honking after them. Another car braked suddenly in front of us so we crashed into it. The police came, took the cars to the station, and then released us for a hundred bucks (cheap, eh?) Now the car needs to be fixed, and the confidence needs to be brought back. We’re all ok though. Came home dog tired, had some takeaway and crashed. Woke up now…12 hours later.
Very eventful weekend this.
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