After an overnight sleeper train from Mumbai to Goa we then taxi'd our way to Anjuna beach. We had a really nice guest house run by a local family for the past 20 odd years and was within walking distance of the beach. After dumping our stuff we headed straight to the beach only to initially find a lot of desolate and unfinished shacks and buildings. It seemed as though Anjuna had previously got a tourist reputation causing people to flock to the area to open restaurants and bars but their simply wasn't enough tourists to support the boom so I guess its sort of collapsed in on itself. Anywho, we found the beach which was nice enough and did a bit of 'rock clambering' and for a dip in the very warm but rough sea before grabbing some decent food at the bar next door. After chilling with a few beers on the hotel veranda we wandered down the road to try and find somewhere with any form of nightlife seen as Anjuna had a previous reputation for being Goa's rave capital. We walked....and walked.....and walked...and moaned.....and walk but alas!! The sound of bass pounding through the jungle!! We got to a beach bar only to find the beers akin to prices we would be used to in the UK. Not having that. We took the bold but desperate step of going to an 'offy' to buy whiskey and drink it on the beach seats outside the bar. We thought maybe eight or nine quid for a bottle would be reasonable..... 1 litre: £2!!!!!! After that we met a very friendly former Israeli soldier by the name of Amir who had to sit through us asking him endless questions about his time in service. When the whiskey finally went we hit the dancefloor with very wiggly results. Before we knew it a huge crowd of fellow wigglers had congregated around us to hilarious results. It was then our turn to learn some Punjabi and Spanish dance moves that unfortunately Tom nailed while I flapped around like a fish up a tree. Next day the monsoon rain really hit hard so we thought we'd have a cultural Indian experience and sit in the bar watching the start of the football season with Mohit and Siddhant who we had met the previous night. The evening was much the same as the night before except this time on the balcony we shared stories with the Indian lads before hitting the club and sleeping outside. In monsoon season. Hi mosquitos, welcome to dinner!! Good times.