Palolem Beach in South Goa.
Phew! People come to these golden beaches to relax, but I swear this relaxing thing is hard work. Stayed in Vagator and went to a few Trance parties. crazy. bearly made it to Palolem in one piece, in fact still waiting for the rest of me to catch up. My room is 50 rupees, it overlooks a long white beach lined with Coconut trees and the blue Indian Ocean. Yesturday I awoke to find piglets under my bed, a scorpion in my clothes, a frog in my washing and a helper monkey called Saju.
Surfs small, but nice.
Been playing with Wildies, Stu, Kirst, Mars and Josh...NZ friends, totally insainly wonderfuly fun friends...too much beer....off for another go at that surf. Cathy ;-)

I'm in Hong Kong.
This is really western, and yet totally mad. We danced to 90's munter music, surrounded by jocks drinking Budweiser.....Regan's the cause for the worst hangover since Julies Hens Party....sheesh..... Regan's in fine form, making the very most of this western paradise, this Asian fruit bowl, city of 1000 smells

EVERYONE speaks english, and though we still get stared at its more a kind of "hay your really interesting, see how funny I think you are?" rather more open than other Asian countries. They have the Thai smiling thang ...so even with hung-over eyes watering in search of a dark corner after witnessing a toothless and drooly old lady slurping back her pig trotter breaky, I was still smiling.
How easy it would be to live here, and live WELL!