The beach is all but deserted.

I'm still on Anjuna beach. Didn't move. Nope. Like it here. Typing this is my greatest mental excersion of the last week.

We spend our days reading on the beach, or riding around the area on bikes, visiting nearby beaches. We have some lunch and then we push off again. We usually have dinner somewhere closer to home. Sometimes I swim. We play football in the evenings. Then we might go to a bar, or sit around the guest house in hammocks, having a laugh, listening to music, playing Playstation.

My brain is switched to standby.

The beach is all but deserted.

This is still officially monsoon season for today and tomorrow, so the package holiday crowd haven't arrived yet, just back-packers getting the early sun of the post-monsoon Indian Summer. They say in a month there will be ten thousand holiday-makers in Anjuna. At the moment you would be pushed to find one hundred. It's so totally chilled. I live on very little. I go home in two days. Not looking forward to leaving here.

Toby.

This is Dave and Rob. They are the ones who saved me from the firey Kashmiri and the guys with whom I am hanging around these days.
















This is Dave with Sung. If he introduces himself, Sung says he's Danish, but don't be fooled by his golden locks and blue eyes. Underneath those teutonic good looks, he is, in fact, Cambodian. He doesn't have much strength in his limbs and sometimes needs a walking frame, but, interestingly, he chose India to back-pack around, despite the fact that it's renowned as the hardest country in which to do so.

This is Rob with a trance-loving Israeli (is there any other kind) called Almog and the only Indian woman I've met who is travelling by herself, Simar.

Almog has been travelling for 10 months now, but bought a new slim Playstation 2 a few weeks ago, so that gave something to do of an evening. Until, that is, I mentioned that I had a chess board. This delighted him, so we played chess instead. Now the whole bloody guest house is playing chess and all I want to do is shoot zombies. Dang.

He also has a pair of seriously large speakers, with a home-made look to them, that I think used to belong to a car. He plays trance music on them all day. Double-dang.

I love this country because I can wear a skirt and a ridiculous hippy shirt, with big sandals and aviator sunnies, all day, and no one cares.

This is the view from the fort looking back towards yet another beach.

Here are some pictures I took of last night's sunset, just to fill up some space.