I've never seen so many men with their hair in pont tails as I have in South Goa. They seem nice people although of all the people I've spoken to none has been a man with a pony tail. I have this horrible feeling that I may not be very cool.
Christmas was uneventful. I wet for a bicycle ride and found a stretch of beach that was very peaceful. There were two shacks, one dominated by a large black American family and the other with a few people who told me that they were recovering from the previous nights party. I sat and had a beer and looked at the sun shining on the sea, sparkling with the movement of the waves. It was a pity to be on my own, it was nice to experience but would have been better with a friend. I don't often think like that, it must be the fact it was Christmas day.
I am becoming more adventurous on the bike and cycling along the beach. Yesterday I cycled about 20km and I feel it this morning. On the way back I stopped for a mineral water in a cafe and the guy there, I think the owner, seemed offended that I wasn't going to eat there. The owner asked me what my name is and where I am staying, I think that is their way of threatening people who offend them in some way, like threatening to put it about that this guy is bad. As if any shack would refuse my custom or money because I upset another shack owner.
By the way, it isn't the first time someone has asked my name and hotel. What can I say, I'm just mean and I rub people up the wrong way....apparently
