well well well, If we ever thought we would leave the Paradise beach of Goa's coast we where wrong, Yesterday we got on the bus Margao to post a box, this doesn't sound to bad in its self, WRONG! it was the local Indian bus, doing 100mph round jungle mountain bends with the shear drop views being very stunning, but less inspiring when you see burnt out petrol tankers at the bottom! sooo after a hour of checking my pants for little brown butterfly's, we get to margao, its hot, very hot, the busy kayos of India strikes us again, almost like a second dose of culture shock. cars, motorbikes and auto-rickshaws everywhere, with no real direction, people selling all kinds of spice, material, pineapples and stuff everywhere, the overwhelming array of smells form fumes to human crap. within seconds i had the old "something in your ear trick" where someone approaches you saying that you have something in your ear, then they spike your ear with a metal spike and wipe off loads of yellow stuff then charge you 1000's of rupees, lucky i told him where to stick his spike before it was in me! The whole point of the trip in to the city as simple, our mission? to post a package of gifts back home? EASY! no, your forgetting we are in India .... nothing is easy. 1st, a hour long death bus to town, check 2nd find the post office, check 3rd get to post office, find out we have to have it wrapped in cloth, b***** uncheck we have to get our neat tidy box wrapped (sorry sowen) in white cloth, why? i don't know. we head off looking for A Tailor to do this, wondered though some wicked covered markets selling all kinds of wicked stuff, most of witch i could tell what it was. found the Taylor, sowed the box. cool 4th back to post office with white cloth covered box, ready to send...... NO form's to fill in, in duplicate, fine....not a problem (you have to fill in a form to fart here by the way), ooh and two colour photo copies of our passports????!!!!! WHEN DID THAT RULE COME IN? so we have 20 Min's (post office shuts at 3.30!?) to find a shop with photo copier? no chance. angry hot and annoyed, we get on our death bus and drive back to the lovely calm sanctuary that is our beach! ahhhhhhhh beer and food, BUT THEN, more riots.... this time not with crazy Indian men, but the hoards of rabid dogs that rule this beach attacking MASSIVE bulls and cows!!!!! these cows have horns that could skewer 3 men on one, that's 6 men in total by my maths, these things where charging like a bull in a china shop after these cocky dogs! funny but from the safety of the bar! that night like every night, the sounds of hundreds of dogs howling like ware-wolves kept me awake \, bliss :) we booked out Xmas day fun though, we are going on a half day trip in the morning, this starts off with a 45 min track in the jungle to some canyons \, where we do 3 or 4 jumps of them (up to 8 meters) in to the water, then a abseil, then back though the jungle and back to the beach for Xmas dinner! now that sounds fun. today we moved in to our new huts, very nice, photos uploaded, haven't done much, although the brandy theory has moved on to lunch times now as well ( a shot of brandy after every meal keeps the s***s away) for now, peace out and remember there's a hole in my pocket, don't flick my balls