Goa

After the pangs of Mysore Belly had finally receded, I took a trip to Goa to see the legendary land of hippie rave parties, where apparently illicit drugs fall from the sky. Unfortunately it was not peak season, and lack of other like-minded tourists gave me no shelter from the never-ending assault of shopkeepers and street vendors trying to sell me things I didn't want or need.

Before leaving for Goa I rode my moped to the top of Chamundi Hill and was greeting by a host of thieving monkeys. This one stole my bag of potato chips.

I bought a bowl of fruit and started handing them pieces of melon on a toothpick until one of them accidentally touched my hand. Then I thought of that scene from Outbreak and ran to the nearest bathroom so I could scrape the infected area until I was satisfied I didn't catch anything contagious.

So when you go to Goa during the off-season, you can go look at some old churches in Old Goa that the Portuguese built in the 1600s-1700s after they colonized the region.

After some time you start to realize they all look the same, and it gets pretty dull. Still renting a moped for 2 days for $6 is quite a steal, and you can waste the time riding around all day looking at cows in the streets.

You'd think they were going to move, and you'd be wrong hahaha.. These cows don't give a shit. Check out the one resting in the elevated median with his head on the railing...