This morning I felt much better again, and luckily it was only a 163 km drive today on smooth roads. When we finally entered the State of Goa, the Goa Police stopped us out of curiosity, and for asking us for cigarettes and Swiss coins (which we didn’t have). Goa is something unique in India: it belonged to Portugal until 1961. But today, I couldn’t see anything that reminded me of the Portuguese heritage.
Just before 3 pm we reached our small hotel in Benauli and then we jumped into the warm Sea. Paul met his wife Margrit, and in the evening we all enjoyed fresh seafood and pineapple juice. We were glad to be in Goa. Finally, there was nothing to do, for the next 36 hours!