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Guess who’s back?

Goaman is back in full effect and he’s got Hanuman on his side. Hanuman is depicted as half-monkey and as a child tried to eat the sun which he took for a ripe fruit.  There’s a whole lot to learn about Hanuman on Wikipedia but it’s all gibberish to me as I know close to nothing about Hinduism. But I like the colorful concept.
I did however learn from our spiritual cabbie Sairam who took us on hour long trips through northern Goa that you could go to a Hanuman temple, take a little bowl filled with oil, look into it to see your reflection, then give your sorrows and worries to that reflection and then cast the bowl before Hanuman who will then take away your worries. Good, ey?

Sairam knows how to blow the conch. He’s really good at it and it sounds like a fog horn and carries for miles and miles along the beach. I even had the pleasure to be awoken by it once after a night of boozing. Woah. Makes a mild-mannered man like me think about murder. This is Sairam in his stylish red Speedos. One of his beliefs is that “Style much matters.”

I could go on forever about this guy, so here we go. Don’t think I’m being disrespectful towards Hinduism cause I really had some spiritual moments. Especially when I conversed with God through the porcelain phone in the bathroom after having a Mango lassie or something else that made me sick. After all my shittings and vomitings when my stomach was empty I choked up some evil looking black stuff which I interpreted in the following feverish delirium as to having been my sins and troubles that had poisoned me in 2007. So I got a real thorough cleansing in Goa. The hard way, but what the heck. I’ll take spiritual cleansing any way it comes cause I’m a sinner, yeah.
This Sairam could read me like a book or maybe I just looked unhappy. He told me I had girl troubles which was spot on. Maybe my constant hard-on gave me away though.

Speaking of hard-ons. Did I blog about those russian girls? Ahh, the memories.

So after our party days in Anjuna were over we went down to Palolem a picture perfect beach place. We rented huts on the beach for 30 €uros a night. Here, have a look:
Pretty damn nice, huh?

In Palolem we met Aake a diabetic-alcoholic entertainer from an old finnish family who flees the christmas spirit at home for Goa every year. Once you get used to him he’s actually a pretty intersting and intelligent guy who just happens to have beer for breakfast. When we were hanging out with him around a fire on the beach he managed to scare off four swedish chicks who we had met on the plane to Goa and then later in Anjuna when they were so out of it on drugs. They were hanging out with much scarier freaks then than Aake ever will be but I guess that just goes to show that drugs can impair your judgement of people.
And just for fun I added a pic of Aake:
So there you go. Take a trip to Goa and meet the most interesting people.

More to come especially on “The Cannibal Dogs of Goa”, my upcoming feature film.

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Namaste,

I’m back with more whacky wild travel stories from far out Goa.
Thanks again to hobnox.com my employer for giving me 2 and a half weeks off to recharge my spiritual batteries. Did you know that a german employee is entitled to 28 days of vacation a year?

Sorry, just got this in my mail: This Tom Cruise guy is really crazy. He acts like he’s been brainwashed by some religious group called Scientology which I’ve never heard of. Can anyone give me some information on that group coz it all makes so much sense and I feel it could help me overcome drug addiction and depression. I wish Heath Ledger had joined Scientology then he might still be alive according to a press conference Tom Cruise held earlier today which regrettably got pulled from youtube so I can’t post it here. I do however have this:
tom cruise?

But let’s get back to Goa where my mates and me spent New Year’s Eve. There’s a beachfront disco called Curlies and the Shiva Valley next to it which catered to all our celebratory needs. Ours and those of some 1000 indian bachelors whacked out on booze and chillum smoke. Those guys mingled well with 200 russians whacked out on every drug money can buy washed down with gallons of hard liquor (I learned that russians don’t order drinks, they order bottles). To make the multi-cultural mix complete throw in some germans, scandinavians, french, australians, brits and of course those israelis who come to Goa after their military service for three months to forget everything they experienced in the Gaza Strip. And of course the turks of IGOA that we were staying with. Cheers to party monster Gökce, never shave that hairy chest, my man!

I hardly met any americans. Hey you, forget Cancun, go go Goa!

If you like Goa-Psy-Trance that party was the shit. I danced alot, although I had quit the Goa-Trance-scene some 7 years ago. But as somebody put it so well in the 80s, “it takes ecstacy to make a white man dance” (quote from “Rip it up and start again” by Simon Reynolds). This time around I had a quite nice Experience with pure MDMA which goes well with all the hash you have to smoke in Goa. It really removes the negative side effects of THC-consumption like drowsiness and paranoia and gives you a nice positive energy rush which eventually has you dancing your ass off and sweating like an animal (negative side effect of MDMA – the sweat).

At around seven in the morning of the first day of 2008 we headed back to the roof of our house to see the sunrise. We met some holy cows on our way and one of them marched straight up to me to say hello. That I interpret as a sign for a good year ahead.

More to come.

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Happy 2008 y’all,

my last post before christmas was written in a very bad mood. Now that I had some 20 days off, I feel much better about myself and the world. Nothing like a little hanging out on the beach to raise the spirits.

I travelled to Goa in India with two mates (one German and one Australian) and I’m gonna tell you about it.
First of all, if you go to Goa try to get a direct flight and stay out of Mumbai/Bombay, where the air is so toxic it makes you sick. Ramshackle huts as far as the eye can see and evil people trying to rip off the unsuspecting travel weary tourist. That’s Bombay.
Oh how great it was to reach paradisical Goa the next day. Friendly people, who will hassle you but in a nicer way. You don’t have the feeling you will be sedated and relieved of your kidneys. Please note that for domestic flights in India always use Kingfisher Airlines, owned by India’s Richard Branson, who beside the airline owns a brewery and claims in an onboard film that he handpicks the air hostesses for his fleet. What a man! By the looks of those hostesses he has some taste. Kingfisher beer is of the watery kind, but hey I’m german and we make the best beer so most beers abroad will have a hard time pleasing my tasty buds.
Let’s get back to Goa: The taxi driver in Goa who took us from the airport to Anjuna where we had our Goa Headquarters didn’t try to sell us hookers like the guy in Bombay (“You like Indian girls?”) and the air is much better in Goa although the people seem to simply burn their trash by the side of the road. When we arrived in Anjuna our friend Ozzie who opened a webdesign company IGOA there welcomed us in his house on Beach Road together with house servant John who gets rented together with the bungalow and Serbian “mayor of Anjuna” Milos, who in his earlier life used to be a tennis coach but nowadays crashes on the porch and seems to rant on all day about things that are “crap” which he pronounces in a very east european accent. Imagine Ivan Drago from Rocky IV saying “today I had crap eggs for breakfast!” We had tons of fun saying “crap” in our fake east european accents. “Crap” this and “crap” that. Apart from saying “crap” he spends most of the day rolling joints and explaining to tourists like us how to properly roll a joint in Goa.
I’ll be back for more soon. Feel free to share your Goa experiences!