The last night in Goa, we decided to go to the Alpha club again, to see if the music was any better, and also to look at the jewellery stall, where the rings and bracelets were better than usual tourist tat. No much joy there, as the stalls were not booked in because of the heavy rain.
The young rock musicians were doing a version of the Stones, which seemed a bit dated.
It was another wet night, torrential rain and hug claps of thunder, which had the effect of stopping the local dogs doing their own musical rendition, one dog taking the lead vocal, and others doing the woo woo woo backing group, plus a little bass.
Up at 3.30 am and taxi finally turned up at 4.15, so made it to airport by 5.30 - tedious waiting in long queues, to no obvious point.
Will not go into the details of the dreadful return flight via Sri Lankan airlines, because that was so bad. Although I had asked for seats right at the back of the aircraft, we were put on row 3, up front with a large collection of families and small children/babies, who howled in turn for the whole 11 and a half hours.
Needless to day, arrived at 7.30 pm Heathrow in a state of extreme tension!!!! The weather so cold, difficult to describe the shock to the body, from 39 degrees to about 5.
It was a great and delightful surprise that R and L turned up with their car to meet us at Heathrow.
Next...... now where shall we go to next? Somewhere a b it nearer, perhaps.
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