I have been reading a book called “On The Road” by Jack Kerouac; it is about a guy around the year 1947 to early 1950s traveling across the United States. Gabe was recommended it very highly, and he actually found a copy and read it again, and then loaned it to me. It is some girl’s copy and she is carrying it with her. I do not like to borrow books, I try to trade or buy a book so I do not have to worry about giving it back. I travel and could leave quickly and not have the book finished and then I would think about the book.

Gabe is 65 years old and this book influenced him to go travel and roam around. The book seems to be or have some type of cult like following; you know the type where it is trendy to read.

The book refers to different types of Hoboes and what they look like and how they travel a lot, so in many ways a reference for travelers. I am going to finish this book today. I want to go to Agonda, so this is delaying me a little. One day, not so much, but I still do not like to sit around reading fast just to say I read a book.

I like the book but am more in the history of travel book type world then a really interesting book to me. It has made me aware of where the word “beatniks” came from, and about the beat generation.

Oops, I title this “So Its Colder” and then did not explain. It is getting colder in Goa and I need to leave the fan off at night, and in the morning put on a sweatshirt. It must be a little chilly around here in February when it gets really cold.


I was reading this book “Without Remorse,” by Tom Clancy the other day and got real motivated to lose weight. It is funny how things can just hit you and I can go from a trying sort of type of way to a really get down to business determination. I think it was because this guy was a fighter in the book and got in shape after getting show by a shotgun that made me realize I should be serious about this weight thing.

So for the last 3 days I am down to just a small breakfast and a couple cups of Milk-Coffee with sugar as they call them on the beach here during the day. I am cutting weight very good now, and not just in some stall pattern. I hate getting older. When I was younger I could eat all I wanted and it did not phase me, but with each year it gets harder and harder to stay at a good weight.

Not sure why this is exactly, I am sure that I am less vain and do not look at myself so much in the mirror. They say it is what I eat, but I eat a lot better and healthier then when I was young. I actually avoid certain foods, and try to limit my intake. But I think in the end genetics and the exact inherited characteristic of the metabolism rate is what determines our weight. I think it has almost zero to do with what we eat and our basic will power.

I just do not see anyone that is really skinny or thin that seems to control it with any willpower. In fact they sometimes seem like the most undisciplined individuals I know. On this beach right now there are a few older people that are in some ways very good looking shape. I will not say in good shape, because they all drink about 10 beers a day and smoke one cigarette after another and I know they do not get any exercise, but they do look in good shape for their age. The ones that moderate are in worst shape looking physically. It just does not make sense.

Gabe has amused me. He is trying to give up smoking and daily talks about the need for him to quit. He had tuberculosis and has damaged lungs. He has to use one of them breathers to help him reestablish his breathing once in awhile. He has these nicotine patches that he uses, but they do not seem to do any good. He will put them on, and then just start to smoke later in the day. It is funny to me and interesting because he is just a normal person and really has no clue on how to give up an addiction. He has been addicted to everything and is in a safe mode right now, more or less regulated by money and the desire to live.

Goa is a safe zone for addicts. You could get drunk, stoned, hooked, or whatever you wish and have trouble getting in much trouble. There is very little legal influence and the car situation is bleak.

In the end a place where there is no law and no cars is a safe place for addicts or alcoholics to live. Then they all come here searching for God, but really learn a great place to stay safe.

Gabe was saying to me that he feels bad when he tells people he is giving up smoking and then starts later in the day. I said,

“Then you should tell everyone.”

He shook his head, and sort of said that that was not a good idea, but he knows and I know he does not want to quit. He is just playing games with his head. Age and maturity has little to do with this game in the head, in fact I think as people get older they have often more childlike behavior then when they are really young. When a kid says no, it can mean no. Some really hard individuals say no when they are older and mean no. Tolerance is not a benefit. That is the minds game playing sometime and the excuse or rationalization to except crap in your life.

I can be really judgmental and intolerant, but that make me like myself better and keep the crazies out of my life. But it also limit’s the number of people around me, because I will not tolerate their crazy behavior. This is OK with me. But like the book I am reading “On The Road” there is camaraderie of being nutty together. The book glamorizes people getting drunk, having sex, and doing stupid things. I think for me this is the idea that the only way to have fun or to be really stimulated it to do harmful things. I went to Iraq and that could be considered dangerous, but I would consider it a socially acceptable way to have fun, and enjoy life. Plus very stimulating and I learned a lot about myself and am a better person for the adventure. I suppose the litmus test of behavior is if you are a better person in the short and long run.

I say the “Short and Long Run.” Because I used to drink a lot and I am a better person in the long run for this, but the time that was lost was not worth the bother. I would not recommend that anyone go out and drink, get addicted, and give it up. I would not want my children if I had some to behave or go through that, I would want them to skip that epic.


Agonda for a few days is looking good. What is tempting is not the beach, but the balance of people I met over there. I met people from every culture and country when over there. He is almost only British and they are all acting like a clic.


I have spent the last 10 minutes trying to learn how to spell click or clic or cliché or clich.

I think what I am trying to spell is click. Something that works well together succeeds or functions. There is a common ability to work.

But I was talking about the “British Clicks” or groups of Brits that run in groups. This is annoying and is the opposite of why I travel. I travel for diversity, learning, and variance in my day-to-day activity. There was social and are social click in the entire world. This is just normal, but there are also social clicks that penalize or treat anyone that is not part of the click as an outcast. Most clicks exist in many ways by the enforcement of the norms. So a religion in many ways is a click and enforces the norms or the idea that you must behave in a certain way. I do this also, but am more desirous of finding people that are unique and free thinkers. A free thinker will make a decision free of what the norm or click has to say. The merit of the argument or the assumptions inside the discussion or argument is the reason for their decision and not what the group does.

Gabe is a free thinker, but can be a chameleon to fit in under certain circumstances. I fit in often by just keeping my mouth shut and not adding or lending to the conversation. For instance I do not say to Gabe whether it is good or bad if he quits smoking. I tried to offer him some toothpicks to keep his had busy, but he did not see that as help. There are lots of lines to draw.

I will get down slowly to a clear reason why the British Expatriate Colonies irritate me. I think this British girl said it the other day,

She called some,

“Lager lots.”

I guess and I am not clear, but it is the “I drink a lot of Lagers” mentality. It is I am a in my “Local” mentality.

Politically correct people can be an even worse click. The clicks here can be so racist against any other country. Especially they target the Israel people or the Jews. This makes me very angry. I have decided to not talk to LB. She said comments the other day about Israel people to them and in front of them, and then again to some German girl. Both had not even talked. So I know they did not provoke. But his is just racism at its worst. I have opinions and some of the behaviors of countries that I do not like are based on actual and real behaviors but I try to not bring that up.

You could say than why am I typing this? That is because this is my thoughts and share between you, and me and not targeted at a person to hurt them. Maybe to make you think if you are a Brit? Or part of any click, but not meant in a mean way to hurt anyone. Clarify and express myself. This is my log only and not yours. The value of the log is I being honest.

Travel is about meeting new cultures and interacting in a sharing and fun manner. A click is about excluding other cultures. Sort of like going to a resort so you do not have to deal with the rabble of society. I can see doing this sometimes, but in moderation.


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