Greetings from Goa, the land of tempting and terrible puns! I'm having a great time here wearing dresses (gasp, I have already caused one accident due to white leg glare). I have yet to actually get on to a beach because it is too fun to roam around the cute town. I took a million pictures, because the little streets and houses could just as easily be the south of France. Besides the architecture, the food has been incredible! There is fresh seafood galore. I split a seafood platter yesterday, which definitely violated the "never eat anything bigger than your head" rule. The highlights? the lobster and the crab, coconut shrimp curry is also delicious here. Let's just say, I understand why people end up staying here.
Anyhow, all of the things I mentioned, I more or less expected along with the beach bars, the late night parties... So what's the most shocking thing? 40 percent of the population here (roughly 90 percent of the tourist population) are old Russian tourists! I'm talking burly square men, and bleach blonde old ladies with leather-y tans! Who knew? Everything here is written in English and Russian. I want to know the history behind this! Any ideas? So unfortunately I don't get to be the most beautiful blonde on the beach, but what the Russians have on me in looks (and killer beach bods), I make up for in dancing. Haven't gotten to show it off yet, but tonights the night. There is definitely some cabbage patching, moonwalking, and a healthy dose of bhangra in my future.
Love you,
Violet
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