6.2.26

Sharon and Kev came to ours with some laundry for our super duper washing machine. Jennifer, the cleaner, said it dries, but it doesn’t. There is a string airer thing, with several strings missing.

We had breakfast at the German Bakery which is always busy. I had the hugest bowl of muesli with watermelon, papaya, strawberries, pineapple, yogurt and honey. It was delicious. I even ate the watermelon.

Then off to the beach for yet more relaxation. It’s exhausting.

Carina, a beach trinket seller did my pedicure as I promised I’d have it done by her 2 days ago. An hour before, Anita made me promise she could do it. I was prepared for drama. Anita never reappeared and of course who taught her? Carina.

I’ve tried reading and podcasts, but I can’t concentrate. I struggle to relax, so it’s a good chance to catch up with blogging, people, dog and crow watching.

I had a swim today. Stayed in for ages, it was lovely and warm, no salty stickiness after. Got attacked

Beach times over, we headed back to our rooms, Liz went to the 6pm church service. She said it was packed.

We met Kevin and Sharon at the Pavillion restaurant ready for the 8pm Quiz night. The compere thought he was funnier than he really was. When we said we live in Turkiye he commented that someone has to.

So he was right down my list of favourite people.

The quiz was really busy, 100 rupees, about 80p to join. The money goes to homeless children.

Vodka was only 90 rupees for a double. I had 3.

We were so chuffed to come 7th out of 13 teams. Note to self.. Brush up on the names of Goan rivers and hill region names.

Almost the last to leave, will we ever run out of tales to tell. We had some proper belly laughs.

Liz taught me a new word today, aimed at a particularly annoying Brit on the beach. Pita. Pain in the arse.

She told me another in the evening. Possibly due to the vodka.

Observations..

One of the waiters is ridiculously handsome and charismatic (apart from his tash, which he’s trying to curl at the ends)

I need to accept that I’m not in my 30s anymore and focus on learning about Goan rivers and stop looking at the man child.

Men are all the same. From Kevin’s laundry..