Goa going and gone!

I'm still alive and well in India! For all you who were concerned, the attack on the temple in Deli involved the Muslim and Hindu locals. No tourists were involved. We're far from there anyway.

The Bollywood thing in Mumbai didn't quite pan out. We get picked up by our "agent" who gives us a long song and dance about how he "takes care of the foreigners" who work with him. He brings us to the Marriott hotel where the party scene is taking place and then disappears. The woman in charge gives us the skimpiest red dresses to put on and tells us we will be playing bartenders behind the bar. I got the best photo of Alison in this dress. We looked like a pair of hookers. We sit ourselves down and wait and wait and wait, then this Indian version of the Godfather comes over to us and tells us he wants us to DANCE on top of the bar. He takes on look at our black flip flops we have on and yells at the woman for not telling us to bring decent shoes. The whole thing was just getting too shady for us. I sat around watching them all argue and the Indian actors practice juggling flaming bottles of champagne. Alison got bored and wandered around the hotel in her skimpy red dress. After 3 1/2 hours of this, we make a collective decision to just take off. We leave our red ensembles in the ladies room of the hotel and make a discrete exit thanks to Alison scouting out the place while I sat and did nothing. "Ok, Carla, when we go out the bathroom door go LEFT and then an immediate RIGHT!" We were like secret agents in James Bond...

We got back to our local bar and hung out with the other hashers for the evening laughing over our amusing evening. Guess we weren't made to be in the Indian movies!

The Interhash rented out an ENTIRE train for us to get to Goa with and it was like summer camp on rails, as Missing Link called it. No one slept, as we were so excited to hang out and visit. They gave us free beer which pretty much ensured no one would sleep. Goa is just beautiful, lots of beaches and palm trees. The runs set were all over the area. The run I did on Saturday went out to a cliff peninsula and we could see the dolphins playing in the ocean below. Alison was psyched to meet another hasher with her same name, Piss Stop. I did not find any other F*cks Like a Rabbits, unfortunately. A bunch of kiwis tried to tell me there was a guy called F*ck the Rabbit but I think they were making it up. As Sean (Queen of the Pussies) said to me, "it's a great line, Carla. I'd use it. 'Oh, you're Mellon Patch? Why, my name is F*ck the Mellon Patch!'" For those of you who do not know, the 2004 interhash is going to be in Cardiff, Wales. Hope to see you all there!

Took the train back to Mumbai and it was much quieter. We were all beat from the weekend so everyone actually slept. I'm off for a 2 week trip around Northern India now with about 30 other hashers. Should be fun! Hope all's well with you all.

Love, Carla