THIRTEEN - Next - to Palolem

Today is Sunday. Tomorrow is the last day at Sinquerim. I am just getting to like it here, and getting used to it. It is just a tourist destination, but it still has bit of village charm, and at early evening when it is quiet, you can walk along the little red sandy lane and look up through the coconut palm fronds to the bright stars, where up above is Orion. I feel sorry for all the shopkeepers and stall holders, since they seem to sit all evening long, until 11.30, with nothing to do and with no sales. Perhaps it is worth it for the busy months of European winter. The Russians come here too, there are signs written in Russian.
I was told by a couple of people, "We like the English, we don't like the Russians". A bit of a broad statement, but nice to be in the favourites list.
On Tuesday we set off by taxi to Palolem, about three hours by road, and are sharing the cost with a young couple who want to go there just for one night. Watch this space. We set off at 8.30 in the morning.