…I woke up with the sunrise, a practice I was beginning to master at this stage, and spoke to Gabe, who, by this time, was way out on a limb. (he had been working at his craft since leaving Dover, all those weeks before. Gabe had hired an Indian servant, who was doing all his fetching and carrying, and, in addition, was obviously ripping Gabe off, right, left and centre. Gabe, naturally, was unaware of these discrepancies and believed his servant was obtaining the best deals around and he was keeping his master and his habit alive and healthy. His naivety must have been solely due to the fog from which he viewed the world. To him it was already a world gone mad. A world he bad left behind a long time ago.
By now I was part of a small cohesive group and relationships began to blossom. I have already mentioned Kevin, who hailed from Hampshire and owned a two-man tent. There was also a brave girl called Sue from Middlesex and three inseparable Canadians, Joe, Ken and Steve. The last member of our little tight-knit community was Matthew, an interesting and quiet American. Along with Gabe, who we kept miraculously alive, we formed a mini-colony on Colva beach, Goa…..
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