


Jeanette and Dougy
The longer I stayed in Bombay the more it reminded me of London. The British had certainly designed it that way and had built the buildings they would never have got planning permission for in England. Think St Pancras station but even bigger and more ornate. The city attracts the desperate from rural areas who sleep on the streets in their thousands whilst at the same time a new middle class is appearing on the back of the boom in call centres and outsourcing. We met a guy who was a supervisor for M&S credit card which pays around 35 pounds a week - a good salary in Bombay but easy to see the temptation for M&S to jump from the UK.
Goa is a complete change of pace. Although about 600km from Bombay it feels like another country and some of the package tourists seem to think it is. The charters have not arrived yet as the season starts in two weeks time but a few long stay Brits are here. An Indian who had travelled widely explained to me in that sometimes pompous way that Indians talk about other people that these people are 'outcasts' in the UK so they come to Goa where they can be socially accepted. I explained that the class system in England was not quite so harsh. Really it's just Jeanette and Dougie after cheap beer and fags and a lobster like tan. Sadly the locals cater very closely to their every whim by renaming their shop "Del Boy's"
Indian tourists do not always behave themselves either though. The liberal atmosphere in Goa is too much for many for whom often it is the first time they have seen the sea or drunk so much beer. The combination results in around 50 drownings a year since they are often poor swimmers and the sea is rough. For all this Goa is a delightful place. The pace is slow and the locals are very friendly and much more relaxed than in the big cities. The coast is a tropical fringe of beaches and palm trees and its only 15 minutes walk to a deserted spot. There are a few mosquitoes of course but the Goan fish curries keep them away if you eat enough.