It's hard to tell whether the auspices are good, or not. I received an email from my one Indian contact to say his plans are now in considerable disarray due to an unexpected illness for which he may have to retreat to the UK for treatment, but there still remains a possibility of meeting up in Mumbai, so fingers crossed for that!
The weather in Caythorpe was dreadful as I packed my belongings into the two, now rather heavy bags, and emptied my room. It seems a considerable time has now passed since I began laying my plans for my journey and there has been some vacillation on my part about when and exactly where to go. The dissipated weekend in a wildlife reserve seemed like a temptation that had been snatched away, and seemed therefore all the more desirable, but I began to think of my next destination. Flights to Goa are fairly cheap and as that had been my first inclination I decided to investigate further. Not knowing one end of Goa from another I decided to follow up a number of leads but found I was unable to contact those in the know at relatively short notice. No doubt they will materialise with many helpful suggestions after I have made my reservations, but I did have one stroke of luck.
On arrival in London it was decided that myself and my friends Emrys and Marcus would attend the Stockwell 'jazz-jam' at the Grosvenor Arms. Almost the first new person I was introduced to was a Swedish lady, a singer with a fine voice, called Katriona. Inevitably the subject of my own recent disillusion came up and we enjoyed an interesting exchange about the vicissitudes of loving a scandinavian. She introduced me to her friend Louise, another fine singer, who had recently returned to the UK from a lengthy sojourn in Goa. Her suggestions were most welcome and extensive, so I have spent today making intelligent enquiries and seem bound for Anjuna in the north of Goa. Christmas and New Year on the beach beckons, and I deserve it!
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