Three in a boat, poverty and dogs. Part 6
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The beach was beautiful! We have seen many beautiful beaches, but this one was the most beautiful of all the most beautiful!
And deserted, but at the same time, not deserted. Small and cozy. Absolutely no waves. Reassuringly calm. Seeing people on sun loungers in the shade, they asked what the name of this beach was? If you believe the map, then it was called completely unpronounceable - Dhakol. But people said they only arrived yesterday and don't know the name of the beach. And I thought that only our people can go who knows where. Foreign idiots, it turns out, are no different from ours. The girl said that you can see the address on the voucher. Reads - Canacona. No, I say. Canacona is the name of the region as a whole. Not getting any sense from them, they walked along the beach and stuck with this question to the lifeguard. He must know what he is guarding here. The lifeguard said Cola. We were surprised - is Cola there and Cola here too? He nodded in the affirmative and clarified "Seven Kol". Not pitch, not some little, namely "seven". I wonder how it is? "Semi", as I understand it, means "half". Semi dry, for example, is semi-dry (wine). And "seven Cola" - half Cola? Strange. Well, yes, God bless him, with the name. But the beach is amazing! We did not linger, deciding that we would come here tomorrow all together. Tomorrow is our last day, we must finally indulge in relaxation! Moreover, this beach was perfect for him.
When we returned to Verka, half an hour had passed. Mister continued to read. I told him that over the hill is the best beach. He nodded, but didn't stop reading. From same OK people strange! Come to the ends of the earth to read! We decided to return to Agonda along the old road on foot. It was stuffy in the savannah. After the waves subsided yesterday, it got noticeably warmer. Before that, I was absolutely comfortable, but now somehow not very much. Women sat on the bridge over the river and sold fish. One had shrimp in a bowl of ice. Ah, shrimp! Probably cheaper than the market in Chaudi. Who knew that you can buy them without riding anywhere? Next time you need to take 2 boilers!
Let's go to Maya for lunch. There they fenced the bar and stank of paint. The season began, and the whole village was filled with different building sounds and smells. We decided to stay anyway. While waiting for the order, I crossed the road in order to explore the wineshop assortment. It was the second one we found in the village. But it was constantly closed, and the owner's phone flaunted on the closed shutter. Some girl called him, and the store was opened. But the seller there turned out to be a kid about ten years old. I asked him: “Have you room Black Horse? ” He answered me: “Ai have room! ” and pointed to the ceiling. I looked there in bewilderment. N-yes! We talked! I bought water from him and went back. It was only later that I realized what he meant! I asked him about rum, and for some reason he decided that I was interested in his room!
I ate sea food soup with vegetables and wide noodles, Verka ordered a sisler, which we ate at the beach cafe, and Vadik took biryani. This (or this) biryani, unlike what we ate on Palolem, was made with colorful rice and tasted different.
Siesler was also different. Every cafe cooks differently. Life is not enough to try everything everywhere. Then I remembered that we have free cucumbers. After washing them under the tap, they took a bite... Oh, mom! Bitter-sour-salty! Yes, these are not cucumbers, but some kind of cucumbers! And the cow cracked them with pleasure! So we will feed them!
I forgot to mention one more funny moment. On the second or third day of our stay at the hotel, Agnelo began to tell me something about the bath (that's how I understood him). From which I concluded that hot water was not provided in the hut. I didn’t need it at all, in such heat, cold is preferable. But Verka nevertheless wanted to wash her hair with hot water and asked me to find out where this very bathhouse was located. I asked this question to the girl at the reception. She stared at me uncomprehendingly. She said that we have hot water in the house. Didn't you know? We did not know. Entering our apartment, she pointed to the switch located next to the light switch in the bathroom. And we wondered what it was for? We turned it on, but the hot water didn't come out. We thought that the boiler needs to be heated for at least a couple of hours. We looked at the roof, but there was no boiler there.
The girl came in and felt the cold water pouring from the shower. She said that an electrician (or plumber) would come tomorrow and fix it. But when he came, we did not let him in, saying that ice sleeping. Verka, exhausted by the march, had already laid down on the mattress. Then we laughed that we didn’t let them in in vain - why not the plot for the porno “Verka and the Plumber”?
In the end, with the joint efforts of the owner with his son and an electrician, the shower was repaired. It turns out that the heater was flow-through, individual for each khatynka. I, in my darkness, did not even suspect of their existence.
For dinner, we bought papaya and whiskey. And then everything is rum, yes rum! Whiskey was somewhat more expensive than rum, but still, much cheaper than Dutik's and, according to consumers, very much nothing!
I called my son, asked if he, by chance, remembers the hundred rupees that sticks out to me? He did not remember, but resignedly took it out of his pocket and gave it to me.
And I felt uneasy. Have you eaten Cucumber? Did you smell the colors? I took a sip of whiskey, I was sick. I went to the house, turned on the fan for the first time and collapsed on the bed. The nausea didn't go away. I had to trudge to the bathroom and call Ichthyander for help. After lying around for half an hour, it seemed to be back to normal. And what was it? I didn’t eat or drink - I didn’t feel like it at all.
A dog has come. She drank water from the foot basin and lay down at the threshold. She invariably came every evening, although we did not treat her to anything. The owner at first tried to drive her away, but she absolutely did not react to his waving hands. We said she didn't bother us. And the owner's son said that it was "security".
In the morning, taking seeds for the road, we went again to Kola. When we turned onto a bumpy country road, we were overtaken by two motorists with Russian-speaking youth. They greeted us by saying "Hello". We were very similar to the English, peeling seeds! Although I happened to be wrong about the nationality of some people. When we walked along Rajbag (where the cool Lalit hotel is), I saw a group of centner Poké mon from afar. The women were in bathing suits, and the men were in shorts. I took them, it was, for the Slavic brothers. But when they came closer, and I saw their faces. . . Our faces don't have such faces! And there are no tattoos in the entire female thigh. And in Agonda I saw a bald woman. This is where I had no doubts. I saw a Russian bald woman only in the film "Brother-2". Well, Dasha Astafieva does not count - she can afford it. Doubts arose in me of a different kind - is it a woman? It was in a skirt that could easily pass for a loincloth, and Alexander Salnikov would have envied his shoulders. However, her voice was quite feminine!
Having passed us, the motorists disappeared around the corner. A minute later there was a roar. One of the bikes slipped on the gravel and flew into the bushes. The guy and the girl got off lightly - a few abrasions. Not! On its own two it is more reliable! And cheaper! And more useful!
Without stopping at the large Kolya, we proceeded straight to the small one. The beach was empty, and in a waterfront hotel, a group of people were doing asanas led by a guru, sensei, or whatever it was called.
We climbed into the sea, like yesterday, absolutely serene. The water in the Arabian Sea is quite salty, not as much as in the Red Sea, but still perfectly kept.
I was lying on my stomach, slightly raking my arms, and the wave was swaying me back and forth. Kaaaaaif! Yogis, having finished gymnastics, also poured onto the beach. I heard German and English speech. Then they left for breakfast. I decided in the end to tan a little. In recent days, I even stopped wearing a hat so that my face could get a little tan. Only the most prominent part of my body, my nose, was sunbathing. I also tried to take off my glasses. Everything is useless! Pale toadstool with a red nose! I lay down right on the sand by the water.
But it’s impossible to lie like that for a long time - the body began to smell. She put down a towel. I lay on my stomach for five minutes. Turned over. She lay on her back. No impossible! I'm bored! Yogis, having had breakfast, went to swim in the water area limited by buoys. We left Verka in the shade and swam to the distant rocks. Yogi gong called for meditation. I caught myself thinking that I would probably live here for a week. It would be interesting. I need to learn endurance and patience, otherwise I'm too restless. I wonder how long it would take me to do everything on the whistle?
Be patient, there's not much left!
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