Discovering around the cliffs in Agonda opened my hungriness for some excitement. Go wondering around the cliffs or around the jungle nearby. Something that implied moving instead of laying down getting stoned all day.
It wasn't exactly what I was looking for, but I took it. On the party at Patnem beach Matt asked me if I was up to exploring with bike in search of the music we had heard before somewhere nearby. At that point, I was extremely bored, and without second thoughts I agreed to the idea. Under rigorous eyes, it wasn't a good idea at all. Matt was driving the moped and he was high on drugs. Not to mention Indian driving and surprise obstacles like dogs, cows or whatever else you;re capable of imagining.
On our search, we got to this really posh resort right next to a beach. We went to check it out. Had no problem in getting in, but when we got to the beach, ready to explore on foot, two Indians warned us of how dangerous it was. What was dangerous? How was it dangerous? They couldn't tell. But they did say two tourists had died there a couple of years ago, but couldn't tell how either. At that point it all got a bit weird, and we decided to get the hell out of there.
After more searching and almost getting lost, we ended up at a 24 hour bar to get a bite and a drink. But the possibility of everything going wrong had not ceased. The bike did not indicate the amount of gas it had left, Matt was still on the effects of drugs, which would last until the morning and it was fucking freezing.
We made it back just before the bike run out of gas when Matt going back to his place. But he was up for more excitement, so unconscious of the time it was, we thought Claire might be awake. Not only she wasn't awake, but she had locked the door and I couldn't get in. I must add, that we were sharing the room, so I was supposed to get in sooner or later. So with our banging and yelling we managed to wake Remy up, the owner of the guest house, but not Claire. Under the perspective of having to stay outside, Remy let me stay in the other room for the night. Matt went back to his place.
Knock, knock, knock...
Matt looking for some hash. That was the end of the adventure. It wasn't a hell of adventure, but it sure felt good.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
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