During our overly long stay here we came across some pleasant sights and some depressing ones too, one of the most depressing ones was a Bar called Mikey's Place and we had the misfortune of walking in one evening.......the first thing that caught your eye was that the wall behind the bar was full of empty Bacardi Bottles. I walked up and asked "Do you sell Bacardi?"......... the irony was lost, as expected. Then we were introduced to a bloated chap wearing an Hawaiian Shirt , polyester shorts, white socks and sandals. He looked bloated. This was expat Pat. Pat was originally from London but had decided to live in Inja's Sunny Climes. He was the proud owner of the Bacardi Bottles on display and was just adding another one to his collection. I asked how long had he been here......"Since the good old days", he proudly announced.....I was expecting "since 1942"........he disappointed us by saying "2002"........."it was cheap then..." he said. Soon his equally bloated mate Dave showed up....and they got stuck into another bottle of their beloved tipple. They then started praising the British Tory led Government and especially heaped praise on Chancellor Osborne. Clearly, Grant hadnt been the only one who had been struck down with heat madness. It was really sad and we quickly left. You dont come 7,000 miles to listen to this rubbish.

Our train wasnt scheduled to leave Madgaon until 23.40pm and we killed the day walking around and drinking water and fasting. I told Grant, we dont want to be going to the toilet on the train as it may not be a pretty sight. We stopped off at one place and the guys who worked there were great, really inquisitive and we told them what we'd been up to. I also got the train ticket out and asked them to give it the once over......they all enjoyed that and the general concesnsus was that we'd got a good class ticket, 2AC, at two birth AC cabin....the service was really good and there were western style toilets which would be cleaned along the way. Ammon from Darjeeling said he wished he could afford such luxury, it takes him 60 hours to get back home when he gets his annual leave!

I said to Grant......"Well, Ammon thinks we've got a very good train ticket.....but then again, I'm not sure what Ammon's idea is of very good". Soon we'd be in the taxi with our taxi man Sunil who'd been carting us about over the last few days. Things were looking up.