While returning down the beach from the Internet Café yesterday I met up with an old friend from Koh Phan Gnan, Thailand. He screamed out,
As we met in that area where the waves meet the land. The hard parts of the sand, but still wet and cool. I felt a little disrespectful because I could not instantly remember his name, and he remember mine. But I remembered him very well. He is from Britain, but has probably not lived there for years. Probably the true expatriate.
He was the one that turned me on to the small room at the back, because we were both living the same. I had moved into the front of the same place, while he was in the back. So by coincidence or maybe just good backpacker skills. We have both migrated around the planet to another beach paradise, and even the same huts.
I was very excited to see him because I knew I had a friend and good conversation to follow. It is hard to classify him. He travels from place to place, but will say for up to 6 months in one location and then leave for another. Since I last met him he has been in Bali, northern India, and now to Goa. Of course he probably stopped in a lot of places while in transit.
Here is a photo of him sailing his large kites.
STEVE FLYING KITE
MOVE AND MOVE AGAIN
The first couple of nights I stayed in the excellent set of bungalows that Natasha had chosen. But after visiting with her and adjusting to Goa, I moved to the lower rent district. I was paying 350 a night, then found a hut on the beach for 200. Moved in yesterday, but by the end of the day had already moved again to the back of the community of huts. They have a few concrete rooms connected to the family quarters. I still have my own room, and my own entrance door, but now I am in an extremely secure room. Makes me relax. Plus a lot more relaxing and quiet. The other one had too much wind, and noise from the waves. I have to walk down a path through the palms while passing a couple of pigs, or other people type things. A toilet, a hut surround by junk, and piles of this and that. Sort of a disarray of miscellaneous crap they need to throw away or put away. So it looks like I have found a home for a few weeks.
I thought I was all prepared to send this newsletter before I left England then everything goes afoul. So I am waiting until Tuesday to get back on a better timeline. Sorry.