04. Learning Curve

Okay, so that last post was pretty smug, but it came at the conclusion of a long day spent pacing out a death-defying four hours of rural backroads between our sleepy (but somewhat isolated) guesthouse on Morjim Beach, and the Lonely Planet's promise of fast internet in the town of Vagator. As it turned out, though, the Lonely Planet was serious when it warned us against taking its map too literally: what appeared to be a pretty direct 2km slowly unravelled into a much less direct, and much more time-consuming jaunt than we had planned for, and while the backroads of Goa are by all accounts beautiful, they suffer a blight of tourists riding rented motorcycles and mopeds at unadvised speeds, and unadvisedly close to any tourists (us) who have decided that walking might be more interesting way to get between Point A and Point B than taking a cab or a bus.

From here on out, I promise to be on my best behavior when it comes to commenting on the suffering of the world.

On another note, I've also decided to cease to wait for the secret of India to reveal itself to me before I really get these blog posts rolling, as it would appear that there is no unifying factor which makes this country make sense; instead, where this unifying truth should be, seems to be a cultural learning curve that would appear to have no upward limit, where each lesson learned seems to simply become the platform upon which a new lesson plays itself out. And to think: we've yet to leave the beach.