Managed … Again airplane flight is not direct, a stop in Bombay. My curiosity leads me, and I go out at the first landing, I decided to see the city, al-Tabari was telling me about it. It turned out that there was not leaving. I put on the ears of the entire airport, a lot of people try me help from the hand of the ticket write out and put back, thanked had passed. I am flying on. Seeking a man and a woman Muscovites, the remainder of the flight was fun …

I am in Goa, but rather in Dabalimskom airport! At this point in his brain has accumulated enough information about how to what and how much to get to town, where I'm going to stop, it was Vagator (I suggested it back in A-me) it is located in the center and from there you can easily travel around the coast, as south and north. The road from Dabalima took about a half hour, I asked the taxi driver dropped me off somewhere in the middle. The taxi driver drove off. I climbed the hill and the first stunning views of the Arabian Sea, I could not believe it occurs to me is a miracle, coconut palms and the surf, surfers and sea kupaki usual, all bronzed and beautiful. Some unrealistic positive permeates my nervous system. I'm happy. But as yet no fit into his head that less than a day ago, I was freezing in the rain in his hometown and favorite city in the A-ones …