The reason why I don't normally listen to myself is because the advice I so often give is obviously too good to be taken serious and inevitably lands me in less of a hotspot than if I ignore my opinions and logical reasoning and simply let the winds guide my feet. Which is harder than you might suspect considering the size of my feet.
In any case, don't trust Indians who approach. Case in point, walking several kilometers after one takes you on his motorcycle, drops you at the "bus stand," gives a vague explanation leading you to think this city may exist on the map, and then driving off... If I EVER see that guy again... Rocks and Tomatoes baby, Rocks and Tomatoes...
But then again, now I'm on the beach, eating everything, well no, because my stomach has this weird affliction that every time I get to Goa, it decides to turn inside out, hence this morning. Grr, if I ever see that guy again, Rocks...
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