Today I went on my first ‘touristy’ thing since I’ve been here. You know, I hate to admit it that It was just what I needed. I’ve said it to other people and I guess I needed to hear the same thing, the reason people do touristy things is because they’re usually fun. It was a fun day.

The itinerary said that it would be a full day of kayaking and sightseeing, including a visit to feed some ‘friendly monkeys.’ I could have sworn that some snorkeling was involved, but I think I may have misread or confused this trip with another, because we didn’t do any snorkeling.

 

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The truc picked me up at about 8am and made the rounds to pick up the other people who were going along. When I got on the truck there were already two young girls on board. You could tell that they were the shy nervous type… It turns out that they were from Myanmar and to be honest I was glad that the trip wasn’t full of Aussies or Europeans. When we finally emptied out of the truck there was a total of about 8 of us and two were small children. We arrived at the dock at about 9 that we would board a traditional fishing boat called a long-tail boat that would take us to the spot where we would do some kayaking.

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It wasn’t that long, maybe thirty minutes before the long-tail boat pushed up on the very small beach where we were to begin our kayaking adventure. As each kayak was lowered to the water two people would jump on and start paddling out to wait for the rest of us. I kind of hung back because as I’m always so painfully reminded, I’m by myself and don’t quite know who’s going to be with me. I can compare it to being the last to be picked for a team. You watch as people start leaving and pretty soon you’re the only one left. It turns out that the guy who is in charge is going to be with me. While we were getting set I look over at the two girls from Myanmar and they are floundering… they are going in every direction but the direction everyone else is going. It was so funny to watch them. It wasn’t long before the guy in charge switches the girls with us, I was with one of the girls and he was with the other. The girl I was with was named Bam.

Bam and her friend.
Bam and her friend.

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After the kayaking we jumped back on the long-tail and headed to a small island for lunch. The island was beautiful and the lunch was okay. We were there for probably an hour, but probably closer to two. To get a feel for the island, it’s got white sand beaches and little to no waves. The water is warm, in fact any warmer it probably would be too warm Nearly everyone in the group went for a swim and took a nap afterwards… that is except for Bam and her friend, they just hung out at the table we ate lunch at. They didn’t get up or move the whole time, I even tried to convince them to go swimming, but with no luck.

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We loaded up the long-tail and headed to a mangrove area that had ‘friendly’ monkeys, if you were to believe the brochure. Turns out the brochure was pretty accurate. These monkeys have grown accustomed to people feeding them so they are pretty friendly. We had a few jump in the boat and steal things, mostly just garbage, but it was fun to see. I’ll post photos since it would take too long to explain.

We spent about thirty minutes feeding the monkeys and soon we were on our way back to the dock. It was a good time and although I think I would have enjoyed more kayaking than we did, I can say that I had fun and glad that I went.

My time in this resort is ending in about 6 days and to be honest I think I’m ready to go. I mean, the place is beautiful with its foliage surrounding the bungalows and the sound of waves breaking in the distance, but generally I feel a little bit locked in. Everywhere I turn there is someone around me to the point that I feel like I can’t just hang out on my front porch without feeling that I’m being strange. I guess I think that I’m being judged by not spending my time doing all the touristy things that a person at the resort should do—did that make sense?

Besides feeling like people are judging me for being boring, I must admit that I am also kind of bored. My goal on this trip was to experience culture, but where I am is really not that close to being in a cultural environment. I’m a tourist and there is no way around it. I think if I were in a bigger city I would be able to shun touristy things and try my best to blend in with the locals.

There are some things that I still need to do before I leave here. First I want to go on a tour of popular islands around the area. I’ll probably book it for tomorrow morning. It should be fun from what I’ve read about people who have actually done it. The second thing I want to do, but I’m not sure that I can is find a place that has a ‘package’ is to go trekking in the mountains. The jungle around here is closer to being the real thing than I’ve seen in quite some time and I’ve got this urge to hike. The problem is, is that I haven’t seen anything that suggests that this is even possible so I’m not sure if I can do it or not.

The last thing I have to take care of is where I’ll go when I leave here. I’ll still have about two weeks in Thailand before my visa expires and I don’t want to leave. I’m planning on spending a week in Krabi and a week in Bangkok.

So I’ve been in Koh Lanta, Thailand for about nine days and the first thing that comes to mind is that it is close to paradise. The days are warm with just enough clouds to cool you down when it seems like you need it most. Usually a rain shower comes by at least once a day effectively cooling things down for a while. Add to this, the sea is warm, the beach is long and everywhere around me is jungle. Yep, pretty much makes this almost perfect.

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I got to the place I’m staying about nine days ago and since I’ve been here it’s been a little bit like a ‘kids’ rollercoaster, ups and downs but nothing too up or too down. I’ve rented a scooter twice to make my way around the island, and I’ve even taken off on a couple of long walks.

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The island is very small, about 30km N/S and 10km E/W which makes it pretty easy to explore. Maybe, if I were to be honest, it’s possibly a little too easy to explore. Like I mentioned I’ve rented a scooter a couple of times and I saw the highlights of the island in a morning on the first time. The second time I went in different directions and then went back to the places that I explored earlier. It is definitely fun but not that exciting.

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About a week ago I decided to walk to the nearest town (Sala Dan), according to Google it’s about 5km away, though it sure seemed further when I was walking it. Nothing really interesting happened, but I did get to see the area at a slower pace than traveling in a car or on a scooter. Along the way I was kind of haunted by one taxi driver in a pickup. She must have stopped me about 3 times asking if I needed/wanted a ride. Each time I declined and had to convince her that everything was okay. It was kind of cute in a way, almost like she took it upon herself to watch over me. The last time she stopped me, she said the ride was free and to get in. I didn’t because I was there for the walk, but it kind of gives you an idea of her determination. ☺

So I guess anyone taking the time to read this blog would think that I was being negative on my time in India, and for the most part I kind of agree. You see, I spent my time not being a tourist, but trying to fit into the population, and just like trying to write about your life in whatever town you live it, it is somewhat difficult to always be bright and cheery. I don’t think that came out quite right. Much of my time while I lived in Goa was doing everyday things, like grocery shopping and walking around, that really wasn’t interesting enough to write about. I did though take a few photos while I was out and about.

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So I finally land in Bangkok and take the shuttle to catch my flight to Krabi. Krabi is nearest airport to the location I booked in Thailand. Turns out that I had a 12K limit in weight… shit. See you get one carry on and checked baggage can’t exceed 12k. With my carry on I probably was at about 30k, now I had to be creative. I decided to go outside and figure how to eliminate another 15k. While I was outside I met a Brit who gave me some tips, first get rid of my daypack and pack my full backpack with all the heavy things. This way the checked baggage would be lighter, but I’d be carrying more weight in the carry on. AirAsia had limit of 7k for carryon, and I figure that I was going to try to pass with about 20… it worked! Nobody weighed my carry on so I made it through without any problems. Thanks Brit guy.

Finally turning the page.

So I’m in Koh Lanta, Thailand right now and it is beautiful. The place I’m staying is comprised of about thirty bungalows, and it’s right on the beach.

This is kind of confused entry, but bear with me because there is somewhat of a point. So I rented a place in Goa India for three months, got my visa and everything was going great. About a month before I had to leave I booked a bungalow in Thailand and noticed that I had to be out of India earlier than I planned because three months is not the same as ninety days. July 6 to October 6 is something like 94 days, so thankful that I caught my mistake went about booking the new place and flights from October third to November third.

On October 3 as I was doing my final preparations for leaving I decided to look through my passport…I still don’t know why I did it, but I looked at the visa and noticed that it expired three months from the time that I initially got it, which was July 24. Oh Crap! The remainder of the day I went over in my mind all the possible outcomes from overstaying my visa. Would it be minor and would they let me leave anyway? Would I get in trouble and be blacklisted from ever returning to India? I didn’t have a clue of the possible ramifications that I would have to deal with and according to the internet, I should expect to be treated like a criminal and be prepared for the worst possible outcome.

Knowing that there would be problems I went to the airport anyway and try my luck. Now if you know me you know that I’m kind of adverse to confrontation and this made it difficult to come to grips with what I had to do. When I arrived at the airport I immediately went to passport control to talk to someone about my expired visa. I was the only one there and in a matter of a minute (maybe two) I had about 6 passport officials surrounding me telling me what I did was wrong. One official told me that if I had tried to go through he would have thrown me in jail; pointing to some where in the distance, another told me that it would be easy to fix. Funnier than anything else, most of the officials were questioning how I had made it to passport control at all. (They seemed somewhat satisfied when I told them that I just followed the signs and nobody stopped me.) During one of my conversations with a passport official they told me to go to Panjim to get an extension to my visa and I’d be able to leave tomorrow. No big deal, only a hiccup. So I grabbed a taxi to Panjim at about 9pm with the naïve belief that everything would be okay. All I needed to do was rent a room, go to the police station in the morning and I could put this whole mess behind me. The taxi driver promised that he could find a hotel for me…”No problem.”

So we take off for Panjim, India and just by coincidence there is a national holiday going on and we couldn’t find any hotels that had a room. We drove around for about thirty minutes and finally I decided to call the landlord of the place I was staying at in Colva Beach to ask if I could come back and finish my time there. They agreed and the taxi driver and myself headed back to my apartment in Colva Beach.

The next day I headed to Panjim to fix my visa. Turns out that the office was closed but there was some people working so I got a chance to talk to the head of the office there. I explained my situation and she was very kind and told me what the procedure was. She also explained that since it was a holiday the office wouldn’t be open until Tuesday, about four days away. So much for a quick fix.

My landlord in Colva Beach let me stay the extra time that it would take, but she openly spoke of the problem that I put her in. She said that the police would question her and according to her, make her life miserable. I felt so guilty that not only did I screw things up for me, but now she would suffer from my mistake.

The next few days I kind of hid in the apartment. I’m not really sure why, but I didn’t go anywhere or do anything… almost like I didn’t belong and everyone knew.

Tuesday comes and I head out to Panjim with all the paperwork that I was told to bring. At this point I should mention that each trip to Panjim cost a lot, about $20 and I had to make about four or five trips. I get to the office and wait to be seen, finally after about an hour I get to talk to someone. From that point on things seemed to go pretty smoothly. All the paperwork was done and except for a report from the police station in Colva Beach everything was taken care of. Because the police report was needed I had to return five days later to get my extension.

Five days later I show up and in about 30 minutes I was good to go.

At the Airport:

So on the 15th I head to the airport to finally get out of India. I show up at the airport and first have to wait for about an hour before checking in. I finally go to check in and they tell me that I have a 20 kilo limit for baggage. What? I had a 32 kilo limit coming to Goa. My baggage weight was 33, so the fee was $195. I was pissed but they wouldn’t budge. I couldn’t see any solution except to lighten my load. I found a garbage can and started throwing things away. I tossed everything that I thought I could do without. The whole time I was tossing things in the garbage I felt like I had been played, 32 coming and 20 going… I threw away shoes, shorts, a kettle, jeans, shirts, and lots of other things. When I went back I was still 5K over but paid the fee then.

This was my last experience in India… not quite accurate but it gives me the opportunity to mention my feelings about Indian culture in a micro view. It’s all about control and being in control. If something is a rule, it is followed and no questions are asked. If you are told to stand there and wait, you better stand there and wait. If you question a rule you are at best ignored, but at times may be told politely, to shut up.