Met Oli thanks to Gill. We connected pretty quickly, though at the beginning I just thought he talked too much and he thought I was too quiet. Our conversation always ended up on girls and sex, as none of us were having much of that.
He hang around Chapora more than I did, enabling him to meet curious individuals. Our nights in Chapora consisted on drinking beer and rum, as there wasn't much to do there. During the day you could just hang around the Tree smoking joints or at the fruit bar next to it having lassis and smoking joints.
The atmosphere around was kind of aggressive for my taste. This was the place to be damed cool, defining cool as what said in the previous post. Chapora was also full with old hippies that claimed discovering Goa and moaned of how spoiled it was. Should've thought of that in the first place, before going and spreading the news all over the world. Anything that appears in Mr. Lonely, is subject to be ruined.
Diu resist!
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