When I started this blog about eight years ago I told myself that it was going to be more of a journal, in fact that’s what I called it then. It’s kind of funny that when I first moved to Dubai a friend told me that ‘journal’ sounded feminine so I changed it to ‘blog.’ The reason I bring this up is because my idea when creating the blog was to write about my experiences, not for other people, but for myself and more importantly, for posterity. I knew then, and still believe now that I have been very lucky to be traveling the world and am not so naïve to believe that I’ll be doing this the rest of my life. Some day I want to sit back and read what I’ve done and more importantly be reminded of the emotions and the connections that I’ve had over the course of my travels.

Since I left Dubai in July I have kind of refrained from adding entries to the blog simply because nothing really special happened to me. This is/was a mistake because the basic act of living in India was memorable even if nothing ‘special’ happened. I really didn’t take any photos while I was there and I regret that I have nothing to help me remember my life for the past three months.

Hmmm, what do I say about my first day and night in Goa? For some people I feel like I need to give the most optimistic view of the last twenty-four hours. If nothing more than alleve their concerns about me. Having said that though, I haven’t heard from anyone who is asking what it’s like here, so I guess I can tell it like it actually is. :)

The Flight:

First, let me say that I’ve taken probably somewhere near 50 flights in the last seven years, so although it will probably sound like I’m complaining, I’m actually not. I’m recounting the experience and although it has a negative, ‘spin’ it is just part of the traveling experience. It was  three and a half hour flight from Dubai to Goa and the plane left the airport about 11pm. Not bad, as it would give me some time to sleep before we landed, and except for a day flight, it was the best option. I sat down and almost immediately a small child in the row in front of me starts crying, and I should add that we’re talking the shrieking kind of crying. He cried something like 5 minutes on, 5 minutes off the entire flight. Not to be outdone, some children sitting in the row behind me would occasionally feel the urge to kick the back of my seat, if nothing more to make sure that I didn’t get any sleep. The guy next to me was suffering too, at one point, during the ‘seat kicking’ he leaned forward and put his head in his hands. When we landed in Goa I was burnt out tired. It was about 3:15 and I think I slept for about 30 minutes.

At the Airport:

It couldn’t have been easier going through the airport in Goa. In fact there was a woman that worked there that actually did much of the work for me. I was out of the airport looking for a taxi in less than thirty minutes, and about 15 were minutes waiting for my checked bags to show up in the carousel. I arrived at my apartment at about 5 in the morning. I was scheduled to pick up the keys at 7am. This was going to be a problem since my taxi driver dropped my bags in between two apartment buildings, and I didn’t know which was mine. I sat on my backpack for about ten minutes before I decided to explore a little. It turns out that one of the apartment buildings is abandoned, creepy kind of abandoned too.

My Day:

I found the apartment building and it had a lobby of sorts, nothing special just some benches and a deserted desk, so I stretched out on one of the benches to get some needed sleep. I was woken up at a little after 7 by a guy who wanted to show me the apartment. As I’ve posted before, I rented an apartment in Goa for about $300 per month, utilities paid. I gratefully accepted the key and after a few minutes of fumbling around with the tv remote I fell asleep on the couch. I was woken up by knocking on the door, I have no idea what time it was, but it was the guy who let me in with some toilet paper and a bottle of water. At this point I decided to go for a walk to see the beach. I’ll talk about the beach later… Anyway, I get back to apartment and for whatever reason I fall asleep again on the couch. I’m woken up again by knocking on the door, this time it’s the actual manager asking me questions and generally trying to be nice. I have to admit that I was half asleep and was a little bit annoyed that I was answering questions in my current state. It’s all good though and she leaves. I decide to go out and find a grocery store and have dinner. It’s about 6 now and I’m starting to get hungry. I get back roughly an hour later and within an hour hit the bed for a full nights sleep.

My Night:

I’m in bed and asleep by about 9pm local time, makes it about 7:30 Dubai time. Then the nightmare begins, bugs. I wake up and my legs are itching, which my guess is mosquitoes. Sucks, but livable. I get under the covers to avoid them, then I wake up to something crawling on my leg and I squish it. I still don’t know what it was, but the feeling of the body mass as I pushed it away is still fresh in my mind. I couldn’t get the squished bug out of my mind, was it a spider??? So I got up at about 5am and headed into the other room to play on the computer. I notice that I got two bites on my thumb that have a similarity to bed bug bites… That is one thing that I can’t deal with, fortunately for now I’m not convinced it is bedbugs, but I’m heading to a larger town later on to pick up a supply of bug sprays.

I woke up this morning with a sense of urgency about the amount of time that I have before I leave Dubai. To be frank, I don’t like the feeling as it comes with nervousness and the feeling that I should be doing something right now. I still have a little more than two weeks before I must turn over the keys to my apartment but I can honestly say that yesterday it felt like I had all the time in the world, and this morning it feels like I’m leaving tomorrow. This move would be so much easier if it wasn’t from country to country…

Sat 16/03/13 10:32
It was a great week

Well, I’m back home and have been for almost twenty-four hours. I can’t say that I’m happy to be back, but I will admit that it’s nice to sleep in my own bed. ☺ I got back last night at about 1015 and actually arrived home after going through passport control and customs at about midnight. That meant that I have only today to get ready for school tomorrow.

Today has been a mix of trying to put the videos I took in Sri Lanka into some meaningful sense so I can upload it to youtube, doing laundry, and of course planning my next holiday in June. I know that I’ll be going back to the US for a week, but after that there are some things that I really want to do. The first is tour India, then I had so much fun being around water that I’m thinking about taking a sailboat around Turkey’s beaches, (sounds expensive, but it really isn’t).

I loved my time in Sri Lanka, in fact I don’t that I’ve ever really enjoyed myself the same way I did for the week I was there. It was a mix of sun, relaxation, and lots of water sports. Most of the people I talked to were warm and friendly, and I think that I actually made a friend or two.

Since this is my last entry for Spring Break 2013, I’ll close by saying thank you to anyone who took the time to either read the blog, or stayed up with my daily entries. I had a great time and I hope that you enjoyed reading about my adventure.

Thu 14/03/13 22:17
and some of the morning

This morning I headed to the dive shop to drop off the videos of my dive. When I was filming the dive master asked for a copy as well as the others that were on the dive. I felt good to do something for them…since I shortened their dives. ☹ It was my way of saying sorry, and from the reaction of the dive master he was grateful. It made me feel good. The one thing that happened was when I walked into the shop, there was about three people that held out their thumbs, to suggest I was going to go diving again. At that moment I wanted to go diving again so bad. I can actually envision me spending time underwater… up until yesterday I couldn’t.  The problem was that I didn’t bring any cameras and I’ve been accustomed to filming what I do.

  

Speaking of that, I’ve become the techno-geek. I have, in no particular order, a laptop, an iPhone, a Sony prosumer camera, a gopro camera, two tripods, and I use them all the time. I seem to judge what I’m going to do by the equipment I pack with me for the day. To be honest, I don’t think that I like it. Not that long ago I simply grabbed my camera and started walking, now I’m laden down with all sorts of equipment.

  

Today is the last day here and the staff at the hotel have been very nice to me. I wrote something about them earlier but I think that I deleted it before I added it to the blog, but they have really been nice. I don’t know what I seem like to them, but I have almost become a part of their family. I’m starting feel like I’m their rich uncle.

  

I know I’ll write more about how much fun I’ve had here, but I’m so content right now that it only seems appropriate that I mention it now, I really am having a great time!

It’s 8 in the morning on my last day here in Sri Lanka and I’m not looking forward to leaving when the taxi picks me up at 12. It’s probably the best time to leave though because as I write this, I can see someone staring off in the distance towards the surf. It reminds me of how I felt when my feet first touched the beach here… I was in awe of the beauty of everything that I could see, I don’t know if “awe” is the correct word, maybe “dream-like” is better. There was a feeling of, “I can’t believe I’m here.”

  

Yesterday I really didn’t have any plans so I decided to go back to the fish market, it’s where I was when I took the photos of the monitor lizards swimming. Unfortunately I didn’t see any lizards (or anything of interest there), so I decided to walk along the railroad tracks. It sure seemed that I was the only tourist that ever goes into the area. Everywhere I went people were yelling, “hello” towards me, usually followed by, “where are you from?” That is always awesome to be treated so nicely, but sometimes people were saying hello to me from 20+ meters away. At one point an old man (fisherman) stopped me and asked me, in very broken English, to come to his yard, I hesitated, but obliged. He then asked me to take a picture of his son, I hesitated again thinking that he would then try to charge me for the opportunity of photographing his family. Pretty soon I was taking a photo of his wife, and his other son. They asked me to come in a sit with them, but I declined… because I didn’t have an exit plan should things get awkward. Turns out that they did want something from me, they wanted me to send them the photos that I took. Maybe I’m reading too much into it, but it was such a humbling moment to think that they didn’t have a camera and had to ask a stranger to take some photos of their family.

I also finally made a true souvenir run last night. I hate buying things for others since I never know what to buy, but when it’s a “last minute” type of thing it makes buying much easier. There’s no real worrying about the price or if it is the best item to buy, you just buy it. So going last night was the best thing for me to do, almost like going Christmas shopping on Christmas Eve, something that I used to do. For the items that I bought, I probably paid more than I should have, but at least I actually bought something.

One last note, as I was uploading my blog entry the power went out in the city. Not too much of a problem since everything I do is based on batteries, except for the wifi connection at the hotel so I can’t finish the blog entry right now.

It’s so strange how I’m being treated at the hotel, it seems that I’m getting too much attention. I’m not sure why, but I kind of feel uncomfortable how I can’t seem to look up from the computer without seeing someone watching me. I think I’d be happier if the taxi was leaving right now. Speaking of that, the hotel owner told me that her daughter was going to be going with me, I guess I’m paying for it. Also I have been asked by a woman waitress here what my Facebook account was so her daughter could connect with me. It has really been strange.

Wed 13/03/13 22:37
It’s been a lot of fun

Well, this is my last day here hanging around on the beach, watching sunsets, and generally thinking that the world is a great place. In about 24 hours I’ll be heading back to Colombo and to the flight that will take me back to reality. In the last six days I’m come to really understand why some people like to go to a resort for their vacation. Where I am at is by no means a resort, but it’s the closest thing that I have come to in my life. I sleep, eat, and relax at the hotel, the beach I swim at is in front of the hotel, I guess that my last week was just like being at resort.

I really don’t have much to do today except to plan my taxi ride to Colombo for tomorrow, maybe get some souvenirs, and drop of the dive videos to the dive center. Speaking of that, have you ever been embarrassed of something that you did that you wish you could just file as, “oh well, nobody will remember me?” That’s what has been going on in my head about screwing up on the dive yesterday. The only problem is, is that they will have a video of me “screwing up” by going through my air so quickly. It’s not really a major screw up, but having it rattle around in my head for the last day, I have blown it into a major issue.

One last thing about diving, I really had a fun time. Although there wasn’t a lot of sea life, the water was really clear, and most of all I didn’t have any problems with my ear(s) on the second dive, and that is saying a lot. It pretty much means that I can go diving now when I want… well, I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but at least I know that diving is a realistic possibility from now on.