Day ten: Goan beach-i-ness

More than half way through our trip and at our first "resort". You can tell it's a resort by any of the following:

-Deafening music by pool
-Ditto by bar
-Foam party (eh?)
-Swim up bar
-Smokers
-Drunken Scots (not us, yet) and Russians

Been a long time since we've been to a resort. I now remember why we don't go more often.

But that would be to focus on the (only slightly) negative. Hotel actually quite nice and setting seems pretty good. Not on the beach itself - for some reason top class beach resorts not available at two days' notice - but a big throw of a stone and no more.

I'm not up to much stone-throwing as I have contracted some combination of malaria, dysentery, yellow fever and the botts. I am sure it is a serious physiological and psychological ailment; the doctor's daughter thinks it may be just gyppie (sp?) tummy. Hmmm.

That she also thinks I lack the Stoic temperament may be closer to the truth ...