Arambol

I'm not going to talk much about this chilling out place, as nothing much really happened. Full of restaurants and guest houses, nothing much went on during my stay. Somehow, trance had still a strong presence, but you could hear other music as well, maybe because everyone was still with the New Years hangover.

I must admit, and I'm not ashamed of it, I felt relief when listening to Britney Spear's "Baby one more time" on my first day. I don't like her or her music, but, God, it was something else.

At night, fires were lit along the beach glowing to the sound of drums and to the movement of poi dancers. Mornings went directly to evenings and life just passed by as the world struggled to survive.

Conversations with Alex and Matt really amused me and we all had the same sensations when talking about the young Australian girls Dean hanged around with. Though stunningly hot, nothing interesting seemed to come out from their mouths.

An interesting game of chess took place between Matt and me, when I proved to be not as bad as I thought if I paid attention. However, I lost the moment I did not sacrifice my queen as I thought I would need it later on. Though I would have lost my queen, I would have taken me his queen and a rook, which would have balanced the game again, but I opted to go for another attack that did not exist. However, I gained Matt's appreciation as he didn't think I knew how to play chess at all, were his exact words. An honest man.

Despite all the apparent inactivity, Arambol sucked you and did not let you go. My following destination was Agonda and I was ready to leave, but as always happens in India, something changed. I stayed for two more days. Claire appeared.