recent travels

Hi there! I am still alive, and I have to keep up to the blog. Here is a short version:
went from madagon by train, missed trainstation coz the indian ppl were so greteat to chat with, we all had a good laugh about that .. "is the next station the one i have to get off?" I asked after getting very specific local information about the place i wanted to go. "No, one more." he said. The station came, it went by.. and after leaving the last stone of that station off sight (normally you can jump off the train even though it is already going) - "what was the name of the place you want to go?" the indian guy asked again. "Canacona", I said. "Well thats bad... you just missed it." ... we both looked very irritated about this fact, but thats how it goes sometimes. laughed and got off next station.
.... hours of busride ->
it was like 15 minutes by train, but the bus that took us from there took over one hour crossing a state border to come to canacona.

The sun began to set by that time so everything was orange coloured. ... when we arrived at the north side of the beach it looked like a waste place. but leaving the forrest, we found one awesome place with huts that i didnt want to leave anymore. like a compound, but hippy style. that night i became friends with the managers, they all were little drunk and we had great fun. i mean it was nearly the first time i got really piss-drunk after arriving in india. .. same thing the day after. well. good times.

Te place itself was beautyfull. There were big rocks to climb from where the sunset got a very yoga-ish meditative nowhere else- touch.

the beach though was full of package tourism like rainbowtravels (!!!!) this is rainbowtours, i think. i hate this.
I wanted to burn down all this western propperty. i mean still just bamboo huts, but there were families, children and fat ugly people that in their life, apperently never have seen a backpack before. i dont like this. i think you have to earn this place. you can not just go somewhere for big money and not even know the people around it. i mean.. how they do thravel by bus, all day, just for work. sth like this. but no. western yuppie hippies. ... the place is not to be blamed. it was beautifull. ... and i had pasta, i confess. spinache and cheesecream sauce.... well, thats where I had dinner:

Titus is a guy that works there at "Temple Garden". I think he and all the indian team should earn more money. Titus works like 16 hours a day. great person, good heart and had some good drinks for me. i hope to see you again in the future! Never drank Brandy-Water before. HoneyBee!!!! Gives no Hungover.

Sadly I had to leave during the party for my night train. Again, totally piss drunk and potheaded, i started to yell at my mother .. haha. well i dont even know why. i was just so angry, i couldnt stop. weird situation. i didnt want to leave i guess. some travel illness, that happens if i can not run away from a person. I woke up in the train next to two windows, looking at the amazing landscape. green, apes, coconut trees whatever. LOUD MUSIC! GIPSYS!!!! 2 Boys and a girl came with music instruments at 6 in the morning and made happy party next to my bed. i know they wanted my money!!!!! me and mom, now are good again. LISTEN!

I am now in an Internet Place in Allappey. I will write you about this tomrrow. ... And add photos. although the camera is broken, coz mommy played with it in the ocean 46000 degrees and max humidity.

thanks for your comments! Waldo, i hope to see you again! I looke at the sky tonight!
and all YOU other ones - write me, too, ask me whatever you want to know! I will reply.

Love you all!
Hannes

gonna read me soon