After our tour of Goa, we are delighted to have found a stretch of beach which has postcard like qualities. Still feeling weak and traumatised from the memory of the evening before with my head in a toilet bowl, I decided to treat myself to a foot and leg massage on the beach. What do you get for 4 euros? ….well it’s not quite the spa like quality we Europeans are accustomed to.,,,, photo to follow….trying not to notice the vegetable cooking oil placed between my legs, I attempted to do some deep breathing techniques in order to survive the assault on my lower limbs…..
When she wanted to know if Dani would also like massage I cheerily said, ” I’m sure she’d love one.” Jumping over the overly large and very angry looking Alsation outside the shack – I gave Dani my purse and said “Go on, treat yourself” 😂😂😂
Had I two spare rashers of bacon in my rucksack I could surely place them on my vegetable oil covered legs and have a full English brekkie in 5 mins 😄
Is it really so difficult to take a photo with a mobile phone and sip a can of coke at the same time? for some …..seemingly so. A not so rare “oh mother!!!” moment occurred in Goa this morning. Mobile phone poised, mouth open and Coke aimed at mouth…….photo taken, Coke poured all down front of white t-shirt. Sheepishly turning to face Dani, “oh look Dani, I’ve poured Coke all down me” ….the “oh mother!!!!” moment had arrived. After wearing a pair of socks for four days, I’m secretly looking forward to wearing my Coke stained t-shirt for at least another two – now that’s real backpacking – even paying the price of the “oh mother” moment 👵🏼👵🏼👵🏼
