Having been out late last night we were not in the mood for an early start. At 10:30 we piled into the van in a light rain and headed into town. In addition to seeing a few traditional sites such as Portuguese churches, we had silly goals in mind. Alex had introduced us to music by an Indian singer named Kishore Kumar and we wanted to visit a CD store. We’d read about a cashew liquor made in Goa called "Fenny" and wanted to pick up bottles to sample. We were also curious to see clothing by a local Goan designer, Wendell Rodericks, who we’d read about.
While in town we stopped for lunch at a locals-only restaurant and had a traditional meal eaten with fingers. I, being the Purell freak that I am, ate with a spoon.
In the afternoon it began raining heavily so we called a relatively early end to the day and returned to Siolim to pack our bags. We’d decided to eat at the hotel for dinner and at breakfast had placed orders for lobster, prawns, red snapper and lots of cauliflower for Cliff (his favorite veg). We sampled the cashew liquor, had more Sula wine, and after dinner retired to the media room to watch a Bollywood film. However the weather and the electricity had other plans. Every time we got the film queued up to the point we’d left off the power would go out. After the second time we gave up and decided it wasn’t meant to be.
When Ferris and I walked through the living room on our way to our room we saw little frogs hopping across the damp tile floor. The heavy rain sounded wonderful falling on the roof as we went to bed. I wonder if this is even remotely similar to what India must be like during monsoon?
