Part 4
Anjuna sales trick: a passerby will point out to you that you have some "schmutz", muttering something like: Excuse me sir, you have some soap, indicating your ear. Instinctively I reach for my ear and feel nothing. "No. no", he said, "there" and with that he comes closer and deftly reaches out and handles my ear. as I recoil he retreated back and exclaimed: "Look, look!", holding up some yellow substance on the end of a metal stick that looked like it should have been in the hands of a dentist. Supposedly this had come out of my ear (sticking out so much it had alerted a concerned local).
Ear cleaning is a service almost as common as going to the Barber. I shook my finger at him (with a smile) and scolded him that my ears are well cared for and that THAT did not come from my ear, then I walked off.
Packed and ready for the next part of my trip: going through a process called Panchkarma in the state of Kerala. The main reason being that, after almost 50 years living the western life, I felt I needed a thorough cleansing and what better place than the birthplace of Ayurveda?
Sitting on the terrace of my host's house I wonder how the conditions will be in the next stop. My host's house is modern and equipped. The lady of the house insisted I do not leave on an empty stomach and fed me dinner, before the couple drove me to Margao to catch a train to Kerala.
I cannot thank my hosts, my friends, enough for their incredible and gracious hospitality. They allowed me to disrupt their lives for 2 weeks, they drove me everywhere (as nothing is "near" here), they showed me places and never lat me pay for anything (except a few token times that even then required some threats of a scene). And mostly, they took me into their lives and the lives of their relatives allowing me to experience Goan life almost as a local. I can't thank them enough ) but I'll think of something.
Anjuna sales trick: a passerby will point out to you that you have some "schmutz", muttering something like: Excuse me sir, you have some soap, indicating your ear. Instinctively I reach for my ear and feel nothing. "No. no", he said, "there" and with that he comes closer and deftly reaches out and handles my ear. as I recoil he retreated back and exclaimed: "Look, look!", holding up some yellow substance on the end of a metal stick that looked like it should have been in the hands of a dentist. Supposedly this had come out of my ear (sticking out so much it had alerted a concerned local).
Ear cleaning is a service almost as common as going to the Barber. I shook my finger at him (with a smile) and scolded him that my ears are well cared for and that THAT did not come from my ear, then I walked off.
Packed and ready for the next part of my trip: going through a process called Panchkarma in the state of Kerala. The main reason being that, after almost 50 years living the western life, I felt I needed a thorough cleansing and what better place than the birthplace of Ayurveda?
Sitting on the terrace of my host's house I wonder how the conditions will be in the next stop. My host's house is modern and equipped. The lady of the house insisted I do not leave on an empty stomach and fed me dinner, before the couple drove me to Margao to catch a train to Kerala.
I cannot thank my hosts, my friends, enough for their incredible and gracious hospitality. They allowed me to disrupt their lives for 2 weeks, they drove me everywhere (as nothing is "near" here), they showed me places and never lat me pay for anything (except a few token times that even then required some threats of a scene). And mostly, they took me into their lives and the lives of their relatives allowing me to experience Goan life almost as a local. I can't thank them enough ) but I'll think of something.
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