The last post to this blog
We woke up this morning at 7.00 and went for a walk down to Varca and back. It took about an hour. The sky was very grey and there was the threat of rain in the air. We had breakfast at the shack and we were back at our apartment for 9.30. Our Goan neighbour explained that she had been up since 2.00 a.m because of a power cut early in the morning in her block of apartments, yesterday they did not have any water. Such are the trials and tribulations of living in Goa!!
This will probably be my last post to the ‘grifsingoa’ blog. I have enjoyed writing it but at times it has been a little frustrating due to the vagaries of Goa’s power supply. I would like to think that the blog has truly reflected my thoughts, aspirations and disappointments – I hope it has but I am not quite sure that my literary skills are accomplished enough to express myself fully. Despite this, I feel that there has been enough information to get a feel for life in Goa from a Westerner’s perspective.
We came here in December full of enthusiasm, hope and guarded expectation that this may be the place that we would like to live. But sadly, our ‘Goan Dream’, in reality has turned out to be not exactly a nightmare but more of a restless sleep. We are very disappointed but not disheartened, it has made us realise that for all it’s faults, the UK has a standard of living and government which is enviable across the world.
The UK weather which dominates conversation is, in part, one of the main reasons people like us wish to decamp and move to sunnier climes. Yes, we are fed up with the rat-race, the traffic and the obsessive target driven bullshit and it is dreadfully painful to every UK citizen. But the rat race in the UK is far better than the daily grind of just trying to survive which exists here for so many of our fellow human beings.
We will come back to Goa but always as tourists. We had a little dream that we could live here. We cannot. Even if we did, we would be isolated, always treated as strangers and I think quite lonely. We would truly miss family and friends in the UK. However, taking account of everything I have just written, I know that after a couple of weeks back in the UK, I will be wishing I was back here again, baking in chaotic, corrupt but very beautiful Goa.
