After the anxious wait for our tickets to be confirmed we headed off to the train station, taxi driver put our bags on the roof rack but didn't strap them in, it would have been fine if he wasn't doing 70mph on bumpy dual carriage ways, so we held on to them, sticking our arms out the window. Scott's face looked panicked and worried the whole journey haha!
Everywhere is ten times busier at night, the city was booming with people making their straw and green leaves parcels and carving wood for something or other! The train station was just the same, it was packed full of Indians, although I did get excited every time I seen a white person with a rucksack on, I think Scott got a little tired of me saying 'I bet they're going to Goa! I wonder if they're on our coach, or they're definitely not English you can tell by their faces and the way they walk!'
Our platform - furthest away again! *surprise surprise*
On the way down an Indian that worked there helped us and told which carriage we were on; well there were two carriages, one labeled HA1 and the other 1A. We jumped on the 1A and perched our bums awkwardly with our bags on a bed. A gentleman slides in next to Scott, and said that it was his berth, checked his tickets - he was right! Luckily he spoke good English and had lived in England as a boy in university or something, Scott got chatting to him (train friend!)
A guy with some towels came around and looked at our ticket as we didn't have a berth confirmed just the coach, when he said "no this train is full" my stomach turned! Wonderful... We're walking to Goa or sitting on the roof!
Thankfully he went and got the ticket conductor man and he took us to another coach; this one was posh, it was a room of four beds, with a door that locked unlike the other coach which had four beds in each compartment but instead of a door it had another two beds opposite, no doors just curtains. Aw that would have been a nightmare
if there were kids in the carriage screaming through the night or the smell of fart and curry or listening to someone snore!
Anyways.. The cabin we got taken to (the posh one with a door, that locked!) had an English couple in *pheww* they were lovely, we had a good chat before we tucked down for the night. We each had a pillow, blanket and two sheets to make our bed up.
I gave Scott two of the travel tablets from boots because I didn't think he would sleep because he was on top bunk and apparently they rock quite a bit, mind I was rocked back to sleep a few times every time the train stopped and started to and from train stations so god help Scott who was suspended from the ceiling!
But would you believe it, as soon as we turned the lights off he was snoring!
Didn't think I would sleep late but put an alarm on just incase! Half way through the night we had to turn the air con off because it was freezing in the cabin!
We got woken up at about 9am for breakfast, choice or cheese sandwich, cheese omelette or veg curry. Scott was pretty much taken out of the breakfast situation straight away with the food options, bless him! I had a cheese sandwich; it was alright but it didn't have much cheese, it was more like bread and butter!
We opened the curtains and boy! What a difference a train journey makes! The scenery was way better than the slums of Mumbai, there were palm trees, lakes, trees and mountains everywhere! It was so green.
Scott was knock for six, he has fallen in love with boots travel motion tablets! Hehe. Just about managed to keep him awake for the last two hours of the journey.
Now it was time to face the hole in the floor, thank god there was a western and eastern toilet, I took the safe option and went for the western toilet, the black hole had a breeze so I'm guessing it was straight to the train tracks; Scott made me paranoid of snakes coming up and biting me in the bum, did you know he thinks that will happen to him every time he goes in the UK, he is funny!
Off we trotted, our carriage was the one at the end so it took us ages to get the station platform when we stopped in Goa, no surprise there though aye!?
Didn't want to pay 500 ruppees for a taxi to palolem(1hour drive) but the set price was 800 ruppees and we ended up ramming out bags in a tuk tuk with us!
In the end we realised we were arguing over a £2 difference in an hours journey which was about 40km I think he said; that journey would probably have cost about £50 at home!
We found the sun and moon hotel, it looked pleasant enough, our room has air con, balcony, flat screen tv and a shower room with hot water!! So we haven't done too bad for £7 a night!
It's busy here for a little town, we are near enough smack bang on the beach there are restaurants and lots of shacks along the little street and on the beach selling all the Indian goodies, there's even a cheap version of SuperDrug here which is handy! Haha.

We walked down to the beach, it was lovely here! There were palm trees as far as the eye could see, there were lots of makeshift fishing boats everywhere and the odd Indian pestering you to go out on yours.
We gave in to one, Scott's beach friend 'Def' they were on 'alright man' (hand shake, head nod, glassy stare) by the end of the day. Hehe I can't help but giggle!
Can't get over how cheap it is here, we had a huge kingfisher beer (650ml) for 100ruppees which is £1.04 it's so cheap here! For lunch Scott had chicken fajitas for 250ruppees and I had a big plateful of GREEK SALAD! Loved every minute of it, that only cost me 100ruppees! *madness, sheer madness I tell you!*

Palolem is definitely a feel good place there aren't any resorts such as Thomas cook or anything here, and it's real nice! Although those hippy travellers that are in there late 40-50s wanting to be back in the 1960's wearing the linen Indian clothes, hair looks like it hasn't been washed in a month that a bird could lay and egg in it, and they lost their shaver last year! It's a little weird, trying to live up to the stereotype traveller. Just because your travelling doesn't mean you can't wash your hair! Filthy.

(Note to self: wash hair and check armpits regularly)