India Travel Stories, Page 18


I got back from the Tailors yesterday and had my new shorts with me, so of course like anyone. I had to put them on and wear them around. They are great and a lot better to walk for a few miles on the beach in then my bathing suit. I has one of them liner inside and has a lot of friction. Plus nylon is never as comfortable as cotton. I am constantly learning how cotton is the best type of clothing for travel. A pair of fast drying nylon pants is not going to keep you comfortable on a 20-hour bus trip. They will dry fast, but the comfort level is bad.

I was laughing at the new shorts. On the left side of the pocket at the seam is a black stamp.

“100 Percent Cotton”

This is so typical of the developing countries. They do every thing good up to the last 5 percent and just have trouble putting the icing on the cake. I did not negotiate on price at all and paid 130 Rupees for these shorts. I probably could get an off the shelf pair here for 100 Rupees or less of similar quality. What I cannot do is pick out the type of pockets, the length I wanted and the color as well. So this is closer to my ideal shorts then off the rack. I can probably go back again and get even closer to the ideal. Plus it help me to keep my mind in a creative phase and not a boredom phase. I am trying to RE Create … “Recreation”

I am happy so far with the pants. I hand washed them last night and took out that starchy new material conditioning. I am hoping they are not too soft when they dry. They are 100 percent cotton and a think type material. Choosing the materials he is the difficult thing.

I dwell or muse on how to do certain things when I travel. People will say very matter of fact.

“You know that this area of is where all the clothe in X are made.”

I always wonder if they know that or they are just repeating what other say. There are lots of comments around here about the “Gap” store or that there is a place in India that manufactures “Gap” clothing. The never get real specific. I wish they would on things like that, or really I wish I thought the really knew. I wished they had done extremely good research and could tell me the exact city, and address.

I visited the Swiss Knife factory while in Switzerland. This type of trip is fun. I remember visiting the Kellogg Cereal Factory when I was real young. I like to see how people work and what they work at, and it is especially fun when I know the product.

I have a few names of factories in other countries. I am finally realizing that if I could find the location of Backpack manufacturers I could really get down to the nuts and bolts of how to make some backpacks to sell on my site. So for you listeners if you know of a backpack manufacturer in India, please tell me so I can maybe go visit. I say maybe because this country is huge. Not just easy to go across like Costa Rica or Smallish countries. This is like Brazil or Canada.


I suppose I could blame it on winter as it gets colder in the Northern Hemisphere of the world, but I am in the tropics. My nose is running, and I feel achy all over so I must have a cold and building up more anti-bodies. I probably have a really large selection after 50 plus countries.

I am getting adjusted to being bored, or at a slower pace. This is good for me. I needed a rest. I have received a few different emails about my mental status or what I talk about in this blog. Some are pragmatic and helpful on current problems like Chris telling me to use Pepper to make the Ants stay away. I received and email yesterday from Yvey. She like when I ramble on about “Motivations” or other pop psychological stuff. Dave is real helpful as is Chris on the idea of how to export - import custom made Hobo Backpacks and what country is good.

Justin wants me to find some topless India women, and thinks that if it is possible to do this and photograph that I am up to the task. My mother is concerned about my mental status and thinks I am in the boredom phase. She knows that this is probably more dangerous for me then the too active phase of my mindsets. One of my ex-girlfriends picked up on my diet and asks me if I was “Gordito.” Which means in Spanish “A little Fat.”

Lynn is helpful on all sorts of things and great for a booster shot of energy. I get sometime lots and sometime few emails. I have kept the angry hate mail emails to a minimum and this is good. When I started publishing them to the Internet people is not willing to stand by their anger open. They like to hide in dark places so that has pretty much solved that problem for now.

I like my regular writers. They help me to remember who I am and why, and what not. Some of you know me pretty well and can tell when I am up or down. That is interesting. It make me feel good when someone say, they can tell that I am happy or sad. A log to me is about being authentic. Rambling about what I think about and what I am doing. The experience in real terms and not edited. So that is what I do. Of course I am aware that in life it is easier to complain then to talk about the good. So I slow myself down on the complaints. But that is getting older and knowledgeable that life goes on and a good complaint does not do much good anyway. I am not here to change the world. I am here to travel the world. Enjoy life and help distribute some of them western dollars in the poor countries.

Thank you to all the people that read this blog or my newsletter for being my friend. Life is good.

I say this like a weapon. It is just very hard to be ungrateful when saying the phrase “Life is good.” It is a weapon against the naysayer of life.


I take photos. I take a lot of photos. I take photos of people a lot. Yesterday I took a photo of Gabe the old hippie on the beach. It came out very good other then the fact it hard to see he is wearing clothes. He is very thin. The photo below was taken in the morning about 8:30. He is person with a routine. He wakes goes down to Flavias for cup of coffee. Sits and reads his book, and now he has added a sit on the beach in a plastic chair. At night He sort of wanders around and reads during the days, then watches the sunset. Blows his conch horn. Eats dinner and goes to bed.

I told a Gabe last night.

“I go a perfect photo of you on the beach.”

He does not say much. That is fine. He is not a person that really is concerned about himself. But then an English guy Phil says,

“You will be on a webpage.”

Now this is the curiosity part of this story. Phil has paid attention enough to me talking to know that I put a lot photos on the internet. He connected the dots and the possibility that I could put a photo of Gabe on the internet. This was bright and quick. Plus he was making a joke to such.

What I do not understand is why there is no proactive curiosity. Why can I talk about taking a persons photo and no one goes and looks at the page to see what I am doing. To if someone said they was taking photos of me especially I would go and look on the internet and check it out.

But strangely even if a person takes down my internet webpage address I know that there is only about a one in ten chance they will look at the page. There is a chance they will look at the page if I send them the link from an email. But to be curious enough to ask me for the address.

Write it down…

“” then tell them to click on BLOG at the top of the page.

I meet a few people that have webpage. Most who have a free one like Geocities cannot remember the correct address. I meet business owner that have web sites and tell me the wrong address. This is weird to me. It is beyond my ability to understand how a person would not be curious enough to know exactly or learn specifically how to go to their own webpage. I understand a little more them having trouble going to my webpage, but to not be able to go their own is just baffling to me.

What do they think about? Where are they in their mind? Are they lazy?

I think about two types of activity in life.

1. Proactive and

2. Reactive.

If I am sitting in and internet café and I have a photo of a friend on a page. I send this page to the friend and he or she opens the page. This is reactive.

If I talk about page, then they write it down. Go and look at it later. This is proactive to me.

I looked it up in the dictionary:

1[1pro-] : relating to, caused by, or being interference between previous learning and there call or performance of later learning ²proactive inhibition of memory³

2[2pro- + reactive] : acting in anticipation of future problems, needs, or changes

- Britannica

I am not sure I understand exactly the meaning here, but this is what I mean I believe. It is that some happened or was learned “previous” and there is a call for action later.

Maybe it would be correct to say I wonder about what happens to a person that

1. Learns something.

2. Maybe writes it down or references in some way to remember what they learned.

3. Takes the information that has been recorded and acts on it at a later time.

A project like writing a book takes that you react on the information over and over again in a chain of consistent day or periods. That you continue to focus on something without prompting. There is not reaction. It is proactive.

To me in my opinion this sets us apart from the animals and maybe for a lot of people it does not separate us from the animals. An animal gets hungry and looks for food. That is probably reactive. There is suppose to be an instinctual drive to migrate or travel south for the winter in birds. This is difficult to grasp where this drive come from. What is instinct? I think the desire to have a baby in humans is instinctual.

It is below the conscious level. We do it almost without choice, and it is inherited from family to family or person to person. This is instinctual behavior.

But what happens to curiosity? Why are people not curious?

I just thought about fear. A person will get real curious if they are afraid. This to me is more instinctual. Self preservation and survival. I can get a person to pay attention real well if they are afraid. Sort of a boot camp mentality. Push them real hard and punish them and they will bond with the other soldiers and learn real fast how to behave or what is expected of them.


I would guess or I think that only about 1 in a 100 hundred have the ability to work on a project without fear involved. Some people have done projects for school, but they are afraid they will not pass the class. They may talk about this project they accomplished for the rest of their lives.


I think about 1 in 50 can work on a project if they think they will get famous. I believe most actors have a obsessive, compulsive desire to become famous. I think it bridges on insanity. Same for the rock singers.


Lots of people will read and stuff their brains full of information. This is learning and not a project. They pick up a book and get a tingle in their brain because they are happy. That is a chemical reaction. Sort of like bungee jumping but less intense. An endorphin rush. I think of people that like too much stimulation on a regular basis as endorphin junkies. This learning is not proactive. It is the desire to feel a feeling. To want to be happy or get the rush of the endorphins in the mind.


1. People that do things because they are afraid.

2. People that do things because they want to be famous.

3. People that need an endorphin rush or to feel good.

No one is just one of these things. They are a little of all of them and mixed up in a barrel, and shaken. There is just no clear answer to anything. Always life if jumbled.


I look at people as I travel. I try to see or learn what motivates them. Everyone is different but there is still little difference between a dog and a human. But then I do not consider the desire to be famous a high level of thought. I consider it just a huge endorphin rush. Most people put on clothes or take off their clothes to get a rush. They were a fashion to hope they feel good or people will comment on how beautiful they look. The more they get the rush of feeling good the better they feel. They are motivated to be famous.

Wanting money is normally fear of not having money. Some want or are greedy so they can have more of that endorphin feeling. The more they have the more they can feel good. There are lots of traveler that will say. They need to go home and take photos so they can show their mate or friends. I think of that as just want to be famous. The sharing of something with a friend is nice, but not a reason to go on ones own. Return and drive your friend crazy with the photos. Better to really go together with a person and share the experience together. Like a husband and wife does in life, they share their lives.

But to me, and forever I am curious about what separates us the human from the animal. I do not see a big difference. I really see almost no difference. The only time I see a real difference is when a person collects things over time like a hobby. They have a project that they do alone. That occupies a lot of time. That they must go and search for information on and they do it for years. This is a hobby or a project that goes for a long time. A lot of entrepreneur types work toward a goal for a long time.

The constant working towards a goal for long periods of time is something an animal does not do. A curious person can work toward a goal for minutes, hours, or a day. A person that is not just an animal can do it for days at time. A person that is well above the animal life can do it for years. But in the end do we do it to be famous. To be loved? For money? To just feel good? What motivates us and I should say…

“What motivates myself?”

Who really knows?

I cannot separate this from myself. I am just like anyone else. Sometime I want to be noticed or have people pay attention. Sometime I want to just feel good or get the endorphin rush of learning or doing something. Sometime I am afraid.

Somewhere in that mess is my motivation for why I travel. But I am not sure where and I am not sure I care why. I think in the end. I am happier traveling then I am sitting at home working. So if I can work and travel life is good. I work on the web pages like a hobby. I try to keep the think organized and in shape. Pruning, cleaning and organizing with the hope that some day this garden called a web site will be beautiful and wonderful to enjoy. But I am also afraid. I want to have money so I can live and retire and do nothing. If I work on the pages long enough I can have enough money to live anywhere and enjoy life.

To be able to live life as I wish totally. Not controlled by location, or situation or another person is my goal of the webpage. To have enough money from the webpage that I am not dependent on anything to live. This could be fear. I suppose I am afraid also of people letting me down or commitment. But all these fears, wants, and desires to have them endorphin rushes are what makes us or me human.

Maybe I am a human or maybe I am just an animal?

I think it is a “Maybe.”

I am not sure a person can live with this answer. Can I live with a “Maybe?”

Fishing boat on Palolem Beach in Goa, India. They net fish.


I think the people take less showers here then in most countries. They do not seem to mind living with the pigs. But is it a dirty country? I would say no far. But I only am in Goa. A piece of country set apart for English Travelers who want a beach vacation.

Cancun is similar. Has about as much to do with Mexico as New York City.

It is not close to being Mexico.


5 English people.

1 Dutch person

1 USA (Me)

This is not a balance mix of culture.


I have never asked, or really cared about the addictions of the world. Just a normal part of life and an issue or problem that all governments need to fight. But what I have become aware of more and more is the Heroin problems of Europe. The world focuses on the USA and forgets to look at Europe. Because there is about 3 or 4 heroin addicts on this beach in some stage of addiction there is talk about this subject.

I had a English guy in La Paz, Bolivia say that they wash it under the rug. But did not understand the statement. I would almost bet the average person in the USA does not know anyone that is or was addicted to Heroin. But almost anyone of the English tourist knows a lot. It also came to my attention in Barcelona because there were 3 ex-addicts that came to the apartment.


Took another bike ride to Chaudi today. Went in with the specific mission of trying to have some shorts made. This was almost a complete flop. There is so little choice in materials in Chaudi that it was hardly worth the time. I did order one pair and hope they turn out good. They will be out of 100 percent cotton and cost 120 Rupees. This is about 3 dollars USA. The tailors were constantly trying to steer me to a certain type of short. I had brought a pair for them to copy so that did not work. I believe I could have bought some off the shelf cheaper and had them alter them to be perfect. I will try this again in a bigger city. I want to have some special or custom travel pants made of lighter material. 100 Percent cotton and similar to my army travel pants. I will work ups a special custom design. They are a little easier to work with then the Thailand people because their English is better and they lie less. They still are very clever, but not in an outright lie like the Thailand people, but more in wanting to make the type of pants they already know how to make. But in the end there is not an adequate supply of different types materials here.



The sun is setting. Gabe the old hippie has a conch shell that he uses to blow a goodbye sound to the Sun as it sets. It is normally a red color at night and sets just over the one small island or where the land juts out into the sea. I came inside to clean up a little and to read before the night begins. Not much really happens on the beach other then a lot of talk and a lot of drinking, and smoking.

People decide where they are going to go eat. This is the first place I have been where the travelers seem to think like tourist. Trying to plan their dinner out. The line between travelers and tourist is ending. Everyone is tourist and the backpacker’s think and act like tourist. Most of the people in Goa came for the beach on Holiday and not to travel around. A lot of people from England that spend the winter season here. There is a migration or is suppose to be large migration from some area that is full of Marijuana fields in the north. So traveler will get cold and come south soon.

I have been thinking a lot about Gabe. He is a special person in many ways. He is a 65-year-old hippie that knows the history of travel or tourism in Goa. He was saying last night that when the pigs go, the tourists have taken over a beach and it is time to move down the coast farther.

The reason I have been thinking about him is that it would be good fun to film him telling his life story. I have this camcorder that I have been carrying for about 5 months now and have not used. It is difficult to know if he would like this or not. It would be a good documentary of Goa and how the drugs, travel, and people from Europe have invaded and in some ways taken over this part of India. The Indian people are more or less around for service. Very few ever talk with the tourist. The only conversations are with the boys that work as waiter when they are selling drinks, drugs or chatting up one of the girls. They are always trying to get some girl to listen to them. It is a little pitiful because the girl is in complete control and the guys are sort of helpless. But there are always women in all countries that come and want to talk with the local boys. This is probably more common then the boys talking to the girls. In India it is forbidden almost for a man to talk with an Indian girl, but the Indian boys are constantly talking with the foreign girls.

I will discuss this idea of filming his life story soon. He is so bloody honest about himself it is ridiculous. His self-esteem is totally intact. Most of the old hippies are walking basket cases of pent up rage, hostility and problem. A history they try to run away from or cover up. Not Gabe.


I have a lot more time then places to go and things to do so I am a little frustrated. It is not that I have nothing to do or that it is boring. It is just now I have to look around. I also want to do some major updates or cleaning house on my webpage. The thing is so big now that to keep organized or even to look at the page takes hours. I have a lot of broken links in the earlier areas and I need to fix them.

Prioritizing or making my mission for each day is a job. I am in the elective phase of doing phase of activity. I can really make choices and are none of the choices that are pressing or just have to be done. So sometimes I just wander around and do nothing. This is good, but there is a need to feel productive. Not real productive, but nice to have a hobby or a small mission. I am thinking about some turtles up the beach. This would take a few days to photograph. They are pretty far away and not just a ½ hour walk. So I need to make an excursion of the day to just go and see.

Last night a couple came over and told about seeing a tiger and leopard. They went and bought a chicken to see if they could get it to return to their hut. They live north of here in a smaller beach called Uganda or something like that. It must be about 3 kilometers from here. That would be fun to take photos of a tiger. But they saw it at 3:00 am in the morning. The same is true for the turtle. Very early in the morning is when I could see them. This is tough when you have to walk 3 or 3 miles then sit around and hope. They could or maybe could show up.


My normal newsletter with photos and tips.


They are a few different groups of people in Palolem Beach. Most of the regulars to the beach are from England. But there are various types of returning season visitors that live on Palolem for up to 6 months and return to England or wherever to spend the rest of the year. I have discovered an older group them me, but friendly and little less on the drug crowd. All the groups are interesting in a way.

Had a funny conversation here, and there were negative comments made from some people on the “Football” types. There are some people in England that are tired of the fighting and hooligan type behavior of the fans of soccer. It is interesting. I am not able to detect the subtle differences between English travelers until after I meet them and realize they could be a jerk.

The American Traveler is easy for me, and I can instantly weigh them and categorize them. This is not always fair. But I do not care. My job or goal is being happy. The less time I spend with anyone that is trouble, the better. I am sure I classify some folks as problems incorrectly. But I cannot and do not care to be friends with all people. This philosophy makes my life great. Stay away from the crazies. It is impossible to avoid them completely, but the more aware of this goal the better my life.

It is still interesting to hear people talk how the Football crowd annoys them. I have found that Football or Soccer in England is like a God to them. They are even more fanatical then the sports fans in the USA.


Road a bike into Chaudi this morning and looked around again. It is the second trip to Chaudi by bike and a good way to get a little exercise. Nice small town with a lot of hustle and bustle. I was looking for a dentist, thinking that maybe I would get my teeth cleaned. I did not know the system and so anything goes here. I was not sure if I needed an appointment or just walk in. I found a place and all the equipment and the lady dentist seem perfect. They just took me in and started, not much discussion. I asked the price. It was 200 Rupees or about 5 dollars US.

She took a good look at my teeth before she told me the price. I am not sure what she was thinking. It was funny though half way through the cleaning she says,

“You no smoke.”

I said,

“No, I do not smoke.”

She said,

“All men smoke.”

I sort of laugh, and had trouble talking. She was cleaning my teeth. Plus she had on a mask, and spoke softly. It is difficult to understand any country when you cannot hear them. The Indian people are softly spoken people, and hard to understand for me. I cannot hear them half the time.

But she cleaned the teeth. Did not say anything about cavities. I think she expected a lot more work, but I do not smoke so she was lucky. I would recommend people get a cleaning on their teeth when in the cheaper countries. Not a lot of problem. Very safe and cheap to have your teeth cleaned. I am not sure if I would have a whole lot of dental work done. But you cannot get in much trouble having your teeth cleaned.


I am now in the new room. It is pleasant to think I can leave the room and not be in the middle of a mess. I suppose my old place was more like camping. This is the problem with camping. When you leave the tent you are a little wet, a little disorganized, and a little dirty. In a room you have space.

I have been working on a book this morning. I am probably going to write a book on… Why the world hates the USA? It is not just that and I am leaving out the main parts, but this is going to be fun and not too serious, but serious when needed.

A few of my friends have been banging at me, and even my mother took a jibe to say I should write a book. Mom wanted it about my trip to Iraq. But I cannot be bothered. It is just too boring the war in Iraq at the end of the day. There are too many unfortunate deaths in the effort to get rid of terrorist. I really think the more I think about it and try to understand is that this is just a war on terror. In the war on terror they live among us, and want to destroy the system, and the place where they live. It is like getting rid of themselves.

I read in my latest book about the inner city being a self-cleaning oven. That you just shut the door and they will clean out themselves. The author called this racist. I do not understand why? Iraq is sort of a self-cleaning oven. In Saudi Arabia they had another bomb yesterday. In Iraq they had a bomb on a Mosque. It is obvious that they will kill their own people as much as they will kill innocent. They really do not have a clear objective. To me it all them kids that did not get hugs that want to rebel against their parents or anyone in authority.


I am thinking about walking with Gabe the old hippie and a group to see the sea turtles. They moved the walking date out a few days. So I can probably join them with no problem. Gabe is unbelievable intelligent for his age, and his history. Someone should write a story about his life.

Last night he was telling about his journey by land from London to India. How life was in Afghanistan, Pakistan, and Iran and the complete trip. He explains all this in a completely unassuming manner and with no sense or pride in his accomplishments. To him I think he just thinks it as a few drug addicts crossing countries to get to they place they want to go in the cheapest way possible. But in the end, he still did the trip, and remembers the trip. It is an accomplishment whether with or without the drugs. He is an amazing man.

But he is going to be the Turtle Guide. Take everyone to see the turtles. I do not think he realizes he is the guide and that all the travelers have naturally made him the guide. But as far as explaining India he has more experience then any book reading guide could every have. But ooops Gabe is also a book-reading guide. I think, and this is just my opinion. But he probably learned to like to read in Prison in Germany. He wanted to exchange books with me. I have known a few friends that have learned to read in prison and then are addicted to reading. Gabe says he has to have a good book.


Today I move up closer to the beach. I will probably be in a room half the size of the room I presently have, but will have a western toilet, and a normal showerhead type shower. Plus the walk will be concrete. What at this is about is convenience. I am moving for a little more conveniences, not very many, but just enough to get over the edge of discomfort. Palolem beach would probably be uncomfortable for 80 percent of the population. This is an ideal place for people that want to sit around and drink, and do drugs.

I don’t do this, but it is also a perfect place for a person that wants to sit around read a book, get tan, and have a good conversation.

I think that is correct.

80 percent want it cool, and do not really care about the beach.

15 percent are looking for a safe place to drink and do drugs.

5 percent want a place that is quiet, relaxing, hot, and a perfect to lie around reading books.

The 80 percent though comes to these quiet places, and try to be happy. But difficult to be happy when you need to keep busy, and there is nothing to do. They need a job to keep them busy or they go stir crazy.

Did you know that in jail people almost fight over becoming a trustee? A trustee is a person that has the ability to walk around the prison more. But a trustee does all the work. They work and clean up after everyone and doing the jobs that outside a prison would be drudgery. A prison without jobs would be punishment.

The worst punishment you can give a person is to put them in solitary confinement. Why not reduce the prison sentences down to 25 percent of the original time, and put them all I solitary confinement. No one would every return to Prison. Prison is paradise for lots of criminals. Sitting around playing cards, and talking to people that think and act just like themselves. Hell, these guys are normally pretty ugly anyway. Not like they had much choice in women.


A beach life is paradise. Just a few more people on this beach and this would be more of a paradise. It is a little on the slow side for me. Most of the other travelers are complaining that there are too many people. So far that is not the problem, but it could become the problem. I do not normally see the quantity of travelers as being the problem, but more the quality of travelers.

Now this is paradise for me, which does not mean it would be paradise for everyone. Everyone has his or her perfect environment.

Kash wants to go to Delhi. He was saying it would be nice to wear his jacket and his hat. He says,

“You know, my uniform.”

This is honest and accurate. There is a uniform of comfort that people wear. I like to be on the beach with a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. This is my perfect uniform. Kash wears socks, shoes, and long pants here and is having a mosquito problem. I think he is having a moisture, or perspiration problem. Very hard to stay crisp and clean in a somewhat humid, and hot climate.


Spelling is easy now with the spell checkers. The bigger problem is to know when to use “then” or “than” and such. The progression or evolution of grammar and spell checker is helping me to learn grammar. I am using a newer version of Microsoft Works that has almost the same spell checker as Microsoft Word.

Unfortunately my program to make webpage called FrontPage 2000 does not have this sophistication of spell checking and grammar. I try to cut and a paste into the program from Word or Works, but they have this extra code language inside the paste, that causes problem.

A little extra code can cause a burp in HTML that looks like a @$# or something. You can re#d along and when I publish it. It will lo%k like the line I just wrote. This is real taxing on the patience. It will appear correctly on my computer though. This is the cutting and pasting process from one program to another that causes the problem. The saving of this in .txt or text and pasting in seems seamless. I am not sure why, but it works good. The bottom line is that not all text files are the same when cut and pasted.