If you told me a few months ago I would have been in one of the hippiest parts of Goa, I wouldn’t have believed you. Then again if you had told me a few months ago I had been accepted into the University of Melbourne, and my father was paying for me to go to graduate school, I wouldn’t have believed it either. Time is an odd thing. For the last year I was an English teacher working in Tokyo, working fourteen hours a day, barely breaking even in one of the most expensive cities in the world. I barely got any breaks, I barely got a chance to see Japan, and now I’m backpacking all across Asia, before I settle down for some time and focus on my studies. Obviously I’m a little nervous to study again. I’ve not done it for decades, and I’m not that sharp of a learner. But I like teaching, and my father sees that I really want to get good at something, and he is respecting that by giving me a chance to improve my skills, and I want to respect him by doing my best.
Right now I’m not in Japan, and I’m not in Australia. Given that I have a month and a half until my course starts, I thought I’d see as much as Asia as I can, and there’s few countries in the world that enchant from afar as much as India…
I mean I’ve barely seen India. I’ve done Delhi and Agra and now I’m in Goa. It’s just my third day. First day was in the capital, next day was in one of the old Portuguese-style towns, and now I’m in Anjuna. I’ve been to plenty other beach places in the world. The infrastructure here is objectively horrible. I’ve never seen so many dirt roads in my life, or crumbling down buildings.
But India’s about the vibes, and maybe I’m not in the right mood to soak it in.
I probably need to be taking the same things of drugs that the people who sell in this flea market are on.
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