Day off today!! We got up a bit later than normal and went and hade some breakfast. Over the meal Gerald (who is meant to be a legal adviser, but only seems to be a typist) asked me to sign off all my staff overtime. On checking it against the register I found the waiters one was wrong far five out of my six staff and the head chef had booked 4hrs of overtime he didn't work. I think this may be a recurring theme but they may not be able to do simple maths so it could be a mistake. After the worst French toast I have ever eaten it was time to get on the bike and head to Anjuna. Its only about ten minutes by bike, and it was nearing midday when we arrived. The market was a mass of ramshackle huts and blankets on tables, but somehow all the stalls seem to sell the same things and still make money. The whole thing seemed was perched on a cliff top and the view out was breathtaking. The sand, palm trees and the Indian ocean lapping at the rocks only a few feet off the edge of the cliff. The tourist season seems to start today, but there weren't hardly any there so whoever was there was being harassed like mad and even guilt tripped to get you to buy. If you buy things from one stall the next stall holder tells you "one girl happy one girl not happy" (they were all girls). They also seem to have seen some old films or something as when they find you are English they start asking you to have a "butchers". Its quite funny to hear a small young Indian girl sounding like an extra from only fools and horses. We did buy a few little things to bring home but most the clothes looked like 70s hippy stuff ( you all know what I mean) and they didn't understand that you like it or you don't know matter how cheep they sell it.We took refreshments in a little café and in the little café was a little pup that Nicole liked (in fact I don't think she really hates dogs now). The new law about smoking had reached this bar and there was a sign up saying no smoking but like most the signs it meant nothing. I think it just meant that the bar owner didn't need to provide ashtrays. A man in there was happily smoking next the sign and nursing his sunburn. After taking a butchers at some other stalls we jumped back on the ped and headed to the beach.The road was winding and not much more than a dirt track in places and with so many forks and turns you had no idea where you where and whether the road would end in a back yard, at the beach or off a cliff. We found it after only a few wrong turns and arrived at a beach side café. All around we could see stalls with bright tie dyed patterned throws strung out like washing on lines. It was lunchtime and I ordered byriani and Nicole ordered pizza (yes pizza). As we waited we sat and looked out to sea and down the beach. Our flipflops off and our feet in the warm sand that made up the floor or the restaurant. After we ate it was down to the beach to do something that British people do all the time on holiday abroad, sunbathe. it's a tricky business trying to be a tourist here and not get harassed by the natives. You don't want to be rude to the flocks of people who are trying to sell you things all day on the beach. They seem to think you are an endless stream of money. But the problem is they are good at what they do, and before long Nicole had her toes covered in little silver rings. There where two women trying to sell them to her, and yes she did buy two but she bartered down from 1000rs to 250rs. The second girl did the one girl happy one girl sad trick but we just said no. The next little girl (about 10) when we didn't buy things, she tried a different tack. She asked for Nicole to give her gifts of her ear rings. She didn't get them and soon moved on to the next white person down the beach. The sun started to set and we headed home.We had a swim in the pool at the resort and chatted to two guys from the US and a Brit (all of whom came from Singh in Mumbi), after a pleasant swim we had dinner at the resort. I think I will have to fire the cook who made it as it was a Rogan Josh that was hotter than a vindaloo !! This was the only meal I have eaten in India I didn't like. The worst thing was that it was in my restaurant. I clearly have a lot of work to do.