…I woke after a disturbed sleep on Saturday 29th December and we set off and hailed a taxi to take us to the harbour, where we would buy a ticket for the boat ride to Panjim.
I was astounded to meet about a dozen other members of the original bus journey with a like mind, all embarking on the same boat. It seems like we never left. However it did mean, that amidst all this chaos at the harbour there were friendly faces that we could talk to. Sometimes there is safety in numbers. Eventually we were successful in our scramble for tickets and we moved on to the next leg of our adventure.
On board ship, early in the morning, the sun was already hot and getting hotter by the minute. Cruising the Arabian Sea definitely does defy description and it was an experience well worth repeating. Suffice to say, that those colourful pleasures of the eye, were enhanced by an Indian band playing non-stop all the way to Panjim and the passengers joined in singing and dancing. Everyone was as high as kites, some without the aid of drink or drugs. Perhaps it was the sun, the heat, etc. who knows? I think it was just Mother India at her finest.
The day was not without incident unfortunately, as I recollect having an argument with some exceedingly irate Sikhs on the possible value of alcohol as a social instrument. Late at night or early in the morning, who cares? exhausted from a very full and delightful day, I dozed off again, under the stars, with the gentle undulating motion of the ship, rocking me to sleep….
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