Goa

When off the train in Goa, we took two steps out of the station and were spotted straight away by the local taxi drivers. Young people, big bags, need to get somewhere... "TAXI?" For some reason, two taxi drivers came up to us, even though we said we were going to the same place, they said 50 rupees each, so we followed them. Turns out these 'taxis' were just these two blokes old Enfield Bullet motorbikes, slung the massive 60 litre back packs on the front, us on the back, helmets weren't even mentioned, and we shot off down the road to Colva, where we had a hotel booked. Sam wasn't put off by the experience, because as soon as we put our bags in the room, he went off for about 10 minutes, came back and said for about 2 pounds each a day, he'd rented us two mopeds for the next day, one of which he then nearly sent into a parked car after claiming to the rental man he'd driven one before, and showed his UK Driving Licence to prove it. They were pretty easy to get the hang of though and the next day we went exploring, found an amazing little village about 2 miles away from where we are staying called Benaulim, with beach-hut bars, nice sandy beaches and best of all, a pool table! so we've spent the last 2 days down there, probably going to go back this evening. But it's quite quiet here at the moment, the main tourist season being between November and Feb when it is cooler and less humid. The heat being very uncomfortable here, especially at night when it rarely goes below 30 degrees celcius.