After a morning in Gokarna town taking photos and sorting out the train to Mumbai, I got to Om beach to see Matt and his friends playing what they called "Extreme Frisbee". In plain words, it was something like rugby, without the inconvenience of having to throw the pink plate backwards.
On one of runs on the right wing I was thrown, or better said, smashed to the hard sand floor tackled by Matt. And to everyones' attention, he is not a small guy. I would even say he is twice my size. Fortunately, 7 years of intermittent judo helped absorb the shock.
This day was complete, not only had I done some sport, if we can call extreme Frisbee a sport, but I had taken pictures in the town, settled my leaving date with a train ticket, and took advantage of a nice sunset with some clouds, to vary from the monotonous Indian sunsets, to take some more pics.
But the night would still give me another surprise, not as good in this case. I lost 300 Rs. at poker. Not only I never play poker, but I never bet money on card games, so it was totally a stupid thing to do. And so, I will not play again in such conditions.
A short swim completed the day and only one thing would have done it entirely perfect, and would have been spotting spotting some dolphins.
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