So we went to stay in Anjuna this weekend, which is a really beautiful beach but you do get hassled a bit by fruit sellers and shopkeepers etc.
We had a nice day in the sun and some amazing food on both Friday and Saturday night which was sweeeeet - tandori red snapper for something like 3pounds for a huuuuge feast! Very very good. On friday evening we met a load of guys who were all travelling alone but had met in their hostel dorm, and quizzed them on their favorite places where they had been. All of them started to ask why we were going to Baga for New Years (we had been told by the other volunteers at the centre that Baga was the place to be) and that we should be heading somewhere down south like Palolem where there are more beach parties and its a bit more chilled out.
When we went to Baga the next night we understood what the guys were talking about.... Baga was a complete and utter shithole. Pure sleaze. Girls get into night clubs free and get free drinks (that taste like nail varnish remover) all night, and guys pay 100's of rupees to get into these clubs because they know the girls will be there because its a free night out.
I cannot even explain to you how strangely the people out here dance. I don't know if it's PC to call them 'Indians' but these peoples dance moves are like David Gueta at a childrens disco. All over-dramatised, cringeworthy and totally embarrasing. They dance to Venga Boys and The Maccayna like they are new chart hits!! Haha its unreal. There are also Indi-gangstas, who wear gold chains with names like 'APU' written on them, backwards hats and bandanas with Playboy shirts and lowrise jeans. Seriously amusing fashion sense.
But anyway, we got to Baga, all looked at each other and said 'Nope', we left early and made the desicion never ever to go there again. We decided to look at somewhere less AWFUL for new years!! But have decided to stay at Anjuna beach for xmas, so we will probally go out a few times there, but like i said to my dad, christmas wont be christmas without my family so Im not so fussed about singing carols or eating mince pies.
Time is going so quickly, it is already our third week out here. I am absaloutly loving it, I love India at the same time at utterly hating it..... but ill miss it when I leave.
We have a new project this week which means that Niema and Jo are working with me at the Orphanage rather than at the Kindergarden.
We are all working to sort out the rusty playground, paint it, clean it, sand it and decorate it mostly make it safe so that the kids can use it rather than just play in the corridor looking at it all day.
I have taken a few shots so at the end of the week i will upload them to show you what weve done, and some of the kids too. Im not going to be seeing pinkie so much this week which is a shame but the time with the kids has to be shared between 11 of us now so i cant be with her everyday. You should see her face light up now when i call her, she knows me now, its so nice.
Right, Ive gott to go back to the orphanage so ill write soon.
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