Goa was so, so awesome. I have returned, the colour of a nice, ripe coconut (as opposed to the milk coffee colour I had earlier thanks to too many days of staring at the computer and too many nights of drinking till the wee sma's). I'm also very proudly displaying to anyone who will look, a very very faint bikini line--just in case, you know, anyone didn't know I went off on a fabulous beach holiday.
Well, duh, of course there were ointment-flies. No ointment is complete without ointment flies, no? Firstly, I missed JC a whole big lot. Like missed him missed him. Like oh-my-god-I've-just-broken-up-with-someone missed him. Only, we spoke every day and I tried to be on MSN at least for 15 minutes so we could chat so I wasn't broken up but it felt like I was without someone I loved and it was a really, really weird feeling. If I have to describe it (and it's hard to get it into words, but hey, that is my job after all) I'd say it was like being homesick for someone. Yeah, pretty much that. Also, being on my own in Goa and yet not single, was a very new thing. I was with my friend Ira, who IS single and was having a fabulous time getting her mojo on and moonlit walks on the beach and so on, and I was the one reading or looking into the distance or holding the handbags (so as not to be a kabab mein haddi, you know, good friend etc) I haven't been the handbag holder in a while.
But while it sucked to be in a romantic location without the Romantic Object, it was also kinda nice to have so much time to myself. I got to think a lot, and feel a lot and I even got an idea for my new book (yay) and I shopped and made some new friends and caught up with some old ones and it was all very peaceful. (And boring, I can hear some of you mutter under your breaths, but it wasn't, not really. I swum, I read, I partied. I just did it solo or with Ira as opposed to with a bunch of Holiday Flings.)
Ira and I are FANTASTIC travel companions, by the way. She was Thelma to my Louise, Charlie's Angel to my Charlie's Angel, Ya Ya sister to my Ya Ya sister, something else to my something (I'm running out of great women partner movies here). She let me READ. And in that sentence is all you need to know about a great travel buddy.
And Anjuna beach was possibly the best beach choice ever. *self back pat* Not only does it offer crazy beach parties (and yes, they still happened) but also, should you choose--quiet little shacks to park yourself at all day and just drink your fruity cocktails. Plus, it was remarkably free of annoying Indian Family Patriachs--you know the type, they look you up and down and make loud remarks and have sticky children everywhere and swim in their VIP underwear.
We did get a particularly creepy cab driver on New Year's Eve though as we went back to the hotel, who implied that since we had been in mixed company he should be able to "enjoy" with us also. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. I was so speechless and shocked and SCARED, I didn't know what to say. We were in the middle of nowhere, if we had stopped we'd have had no other transport options. Very not nice though. I hope it's not an indication about how the rest of the year will go.
I actually didn't get very drunk--ooh except this one night, after we met some Brit girls by the pool at our hotel and then we went out with two of them at night and it turned into one of the most random-but most fun--evenings I've had in a while. Highlights include me tentatively poking a silicone breast and then my own to see what the fake ones felt like. (NB: Spongy) Of course, hangover from hell the next morning PLUS a bad stomach PLUS (of all the terrible timing) my period arriving meant I spent the next day a little less like a frisky Disney rabbit.
The Anjuna Flea Market was great fun also. They've stopped the Ingo's Night Market, which is a bummer, but we did get our shopping did. Or at least I did. I went a little insane with silver jewellery. I even bought JC a ring, a thick silver one with a rotating band inset into it so you can twist it when you feel like fiddling with something. And I got me a turquoise and coral ring which is all huge and chunky and makes up for my old rings which I lost and which I still miss.
And then we came back and THEN it was Chrisann's wedding, which is a story for another post.