Did I say 28?

Try 35 with 100% humidity (cent percente for those of you at Shambhala). It's great....Trevor has been keeping me from mild, I-am-not-used-to-the-heat-yet panic attacks.

The get-here was interesting enough... flight from Calgary to Frankfurt: spacious, free movies, great food. Flight from Frankfurt to Mumbai: packed to the nines, sitting next to 2 other people, with little to no air flow. Welcome to India, time to get used to it! We arrived in Mumbai on time, but our luggage took 2.5 hours to get to us, so we ended up missing our connecting flight to Goa (to also find out that the connecting domestic flights are in a different airport which is a ten minute cab away. My bad, that was suppose to be my 'area' to research). We rushed to the airline counter, and to be honest I was partly ready to deal with all of the "India scams" I had read - already knowing that it was technically our fault for missing the flight.

Nope! Full refund and a referral to the airline counter next to us where they had a flight for the same price, an hour and a half later (as opposed to the same airline that didn't have a flight until later that afternoon)..... first lesson of humility for amaris. Prepaid taxi and we were on our way to the domestic airport.

I truly don't know what to say about Mumbai, or how Trevor and I can even convey what happened there. We, of course, did not take any pictures (not sure if we needed to look even more like fresh tourists than we already did) and not sure if they would have given an appropriate picture. When we stepped outside, we both agreed later that we were confused to the fact that we had even gone outside. My brain was completely unable to process the images! There were thousands of people everywhere (it was 4 am by the time), the air was thick with smoke, and we were sleep deprived...... on our way to the airport, we had to stop for some sort of security/government check in (I think because we were in a taxi, to ensure that the fare had been prepaid). But, it's not as though we knew this when our non English speaking driver pulled over in the middle of the dark road, turned off the car and got out. It was at this moment that we truly realized the exact kind of travel we got into. 10 minutes, a chat with some nice local children and two aneurysms later (yes, one each, not just for amaris) we arrived at the Domestic airport. One hour flight to Goa. Arrival in Goa - pure ecstasy.

We are now in Anjuna, Goa, in a lovely hostel. We have a private room, with a small bathroom (western toilets, a nice introduction) that is literally next to the beach. We ate toast with beans and had black coffee for breakfast, for a total of less than $2. We are in the right place!

Not sure when we will write next, but hopefully we can add some pictures at that point. If not, just google "amazing indian beach representing joy and freedom" and we are sure you'll find some appropriate images.

Not sure how long we are here for, or where we are going next. Purpose of travel : complete. :)

Much love, keep safe......

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