Strange Goan's on

Hello everyone, christmas is nearly upon us and its weird to say the least, we've spent the last few days relaxing on the beach in a place called Agonda in Goa, it was nice and quiet(we are turning into geriatrics) and we had a hut on the beach facing the sea, the weather here is perfect no clouds and cool breezes so not too hot.
Anyway now I've made you jealous I will tell you the bad news that we've realised we will probably be spending Christmas day in a 'wicked' camper miles away from civilisation eating christmas dinner in an aussie pub (if they do that?).
Our last week has been fairly busy despite trying to stay in one place for more than two days we have been to about five places in the last ten days, starting in Madikeri which was a dump surrounded by beautiful countryside, we had a nice walk to a waterfall, posed for the Indian tourist paparazzi then walked past the drunks lying outside the Arrack shop(Indian rice alcohol made with ethanol that makes you go blind an can kill you).
We then went to jog falls India's highest waterfall which is probably India's biggest tourist failure after they built a dam nearby and its little more than a trickle, the local shop owners (still mourning the loss of then enormous olympic sized swimmimg pool with three diving boards which is now a dump(litterally))were very keen to have us though and shouted WHAT DO YOU WANT!' at us every opportunity and then 'WHY NOT?' when we refused to buy eveything on there stool.
Next stop Gokarna which was beautiful and we met some interesting characters there was Taff a very hard looking man from Sheffield with no hair and neck tatoo's who turned out to be very sweet and his best quote was, 'some people take India far too seriously' which we agreed with, then there was John a born traveller who had been around the globe for the past couple of years who informed us of handy tips like were your likely to be stripped and searched inside and out on south american borders and which country's the police will steal your camera.
We also met Thomas a Czech guy who walked around in his pale blue Y-fronts and pale podgy body and said he was quitting DHL and telling them to send his things express delivery so he could live in Bangalore to become a computer engineer, this he found so funny he laughed for ten minutes although I think that was because he was very stoned.
We left to Vagator in Goa in search of trance parties, and went to a few but one finished a 10pm after starting at 7pm and the other was on a very small dance floor constructed out of wood over a pit which was a bit dodgy and the music was rubbish.We did have the pleasure of meeting Tristan a lad from Devon who strangely used to drink in the same pub as sophie when she was sixteen in Cornwall and also lived in Roman Way in Bushhillpark 2 minutes from my house, quite spooky, he was a Goa resident most winters and tried to find us a better party but failed, however we did get to hear about his Tarot reading business and his philosphies about England being a magical land of fairys, pixies, witches and wizards, he then claimed he saw a fairy in the bar at which point I found it hard to believe anything he then said(only after that point obviously).
We then went to Arambol which was good but we wanted more seclusion(old people remember!) and Agonda was the perfect place.
We are going to Bombay tommorow which should be fun then in five days saying goodbye to India and hello Australia which we are both excited about.
Anyway hope your all having fun buying useless crap, its one thing I will not miss!!
Love you all Paulie xxxxxxxx