Up, bustle, and out!

Goa

Alright, so here's the deal I'm in Goa ya. This place is like one big never ending dirty rave. Its feels like a retirement resort for those past their prime ravers. You know, the 35-40 yr old lot you see wearing those flea market neon green T's with marijuana leafs swirling around. No shittin' ya.

It ain't all bad though...

There's this nicey German eatery here thats got amazing chocolate croissants (I go there at least twice a day), the gals here are ridiculously gorgeous and hail from all over the place, and there's nothing like booting about on your own scooter along side the beach feeling irie.

Omit my previous post, I read it over this morning and was shocked at how gay it was.