Asia 2006: Random Bozo goes to Goa

I arrived at Molem village very sweaty and have a bit of a conscience about it still because I was prevented by the 'comptroller of jeeps' from going to the falls with the driver I'd promised to go with. Half an hour's drive over some incredibly bumpy terrain and 10 minute's trudge through very wild country took us to the falls. Despite being not at their fullest because it was so long since the monsoon, the falls were wonderful. So too was swimming in the pool/lake (30 metres by about 100 metres) at the foot. One of the weirdest feelings was letting the water fall hard (from 310 metres) on my head, face and tum as I fried to float there. I was thrilled to see wee strange insects all over the rocks surrounding the falls and regretted having to leave.

Then a visit to a spice-farm (bit touristy but hell, I WAS a tourist). I shared a ride to the spice farm and another ride as far as Ponda with a couple of London women and one's son, finally getting back to Colva by bus about 6pm. Suriya found me a much cheaper and just-as-nice room but the owner did not impressed me at all. He was a bitter old man and I do not like people who create broken glass where their pets, collegues and guests might walk on it, even less so when they tell me not to sweep it up.

So I decided that tomorrow I would move on to Palolem, come what may.