Can’t imagine anything worse than going here … maybe China would be worse. Actually, there is so much worse*.
Potted history:
Bourne Supremacy:
* At the end of that link, on that page, scroll down, are photos of both Jason and Marie.
His vision of a good time in Goa is the south with its beaches, tranquillity, with a hut to protect from the excessive heat, with his woman evening to morning. It would be mine too.
Her idea of a good time is travelling to the north with all the markets, nightclubbing, beach partying in the heat of the day, with both the vacuous and the heaving mass of humanity.
They’d obviously found a compromise to suit them, so no issue. However, were it Thailand, were it me, were it a much younger lady who craved the nightlife, wild partying,constant shop shop shopping, nothing but shopping, I can see now … it would be a tragedy waiting to happen.
Not completely. For example, in Cyprus, in the cool hills, small village, bric a brac and knick knack shops, I’d be very much a part of it, enjoying that, plus whatever we could find to do in the village in the evenings.
Why such ambivalent attitudes in one person? I’ve thought about it … for sure excessive heat, which also cuts out human lobster beaches in the near altogether … ewwwww … but also the teeming hordes of humanity. Humanity is great in small doses of two, occasionally four … on the blog up to twenty perhaps, in a lecture theatre, speaking to 120 … not an issue.
But a huge crowd full of the Wokerati and alien cultures? No thanks, not any more. Not now. Not in the light of the past decade and a half.
I might be in a minority of one or two here on this matter.
Having heard from friends about how lovely Goa was, my (late) wife and I, and our two teenage daughters, had a 14 day holiday in Goa. Hotel, in Calangute, was nice, food was exceptional, beaches pristine and seas cooling. The main problem was the constant sexual harassment and pestering by the Indians who were visiting from further inland. When my wife and daughters were sunbathing, these perverts would stand around them, just looking. Even when challenged, they refused to move away. In the sea, after they had stripped down to their "off white" underpants, these men would approach women and ask if they could have their photographs taken with them. If agreed, they would put their hands around the females bodies and stroke up and down, before being pushed away. I was told that when they returned to their authors in the hills, they passed around the photographs, claiming they had slept with the "white whores who were looking for sex with virile Indian men".
ReplyDeleteEven on trips to markets, there was constant pestering by men who would not take "no" for an answer.
It was back to European family holidays after that.
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JH: That’s interesting, though nauseating circumstances. In Thailand, we did go out one night to Pattaya, the seedy masses, plus tourists, not sure if I’m offputting but she was not harassed … we found the Thais quite pleasant. The idea of Africa though is offputting and the worst harassment was getting off the Russian train in Verhovka, only to be beset by vendors of crystal. Needed a gift for my hosts at the other end.
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