Goooooooooooooooooooa

So, I'm in Goa, on Palolem beach.

It's hot.

It's beautiful.

There's an unsettling amount of people over the age of 30. What? There are.

I've found accommodation for the same price I payed in the North (80 rupees - get in).

I've already bumped into some people I met earlier on my trip.

There's too many honeys around me for my tiny brain to understand.

There's open mic nights every night, it seems. I played my first one last night. I had a proper guitar, a stage, a microphone, and a German guy called France (it's true - honest) just got up during my first song and started playing djembe.

So, I guess I'll fit right in.