Monarch LGW-GOI landed at 11:05 Sunday 15th, uneventful other than LGW has got its act together in terms of security checks and funneling all passengers through a very large duty free shop. All designed to relieve us of our hard earned, it works!
15 mins after touch down I’m one of the first to out and get hit by the twin blast of 29 degree heat and the sweet smell of aviation fuel, hello Dambolin.
Visa control was a breeze and low and behold a 5 min wait and my bag appears on the carousel, hang on this is going to be a record if I’m not careful. Stepping out into the minor scrum that is the standard taxi twirl that is Dambolin airport forecourt. I first ignore all attempts to get me to go to Bagga for ten quid. Interesting tactic this, ‘just ten pounds to Bagga’ at least a handful are bidding in my slipstream, using the UK currency to make it sound cheaper. I head off for a chat with the Cosmos reps, I ask if I can cadge a lift somewhere south? One of them is an Indian, he starts to explain they don’t go that way, his mate an English interrupts that I’m just pulling his chain. Well….you never know, don’t ask don’t get. I walk around the corner to the soft drink kiosk, to pay over the odds for a litre of water and some disgusting lime canned drink. I somehow manage to do a deal for 800rp to Patnem, that’s 75km. I think the driver realised he made a mistake but didn’t want to loose face, I actually end up giving him 1,000rps as I know what the fare is worth. Soft Newbe status shows up early.
The now familiar drive down is smooth with only one near miss, and I did say slowly, slowly when we started off. His aircon car has both windows wide open to encourage our lunges to appreciate the drifting smoke from the side of the road, and the belching fumes from the buses & Tar Tar lorries, ah India don’t you love it?
I’m on my own for the first week with Yoga girl joining me next Sunday. I will post more nonsense in the coming days about something & nothing, Unless I get really stuck on nothing. Oh, and the sun has just set leaving a pink and light orange hue in the early evening sky, the beach dogs are starting their patrol and the easy beat from one of the shacks behind is calling the smattering of beach bums (tourists) to order, I think it may be time for my first Kingfisher, ho hum.