Getting going out of Goa...
...Is tough to do. It hit me last Friday that I really need to get off the beach and see more of this amazing country. At first I thought Gokarna, but that's just more beach, and south at that, and it's really time to head north. Then I thought Mumbai to stay with Ami and Jonathan at Ami's family's house, but then I got itchy for Rajasthan, and decided on Pushkar. But not until Thursday; I have some more stuff to do here, plus I found another yoga teacher, Balu, that I really like.
So Sunday I went to try and book a ticket to Pushkar. The first place told me all the trains are full for weeks. The second place gave me a possible itinerary that sounded a bit hellish. The third travel agency I tried said no problem, you want to go Thursday or Friday? Come back tomorrow, you must book three days in advance.
Today is tomorrow, so I stopped in after my class. He said today not possible, tomorrow he can book. But I put down a deposit, and he told me to come back Wednesday to find out if he was able to get the ticket. Crossing fingers!
It's definitely time to go north; today it's 95 degrees in the shade. I've gone swimming in the ocean every single day that I've been in Goa (SPF 30 I love you!). Last night a friend told me that the phosphorescent phytoplankton were out, so I went for a skinnydip nightswim and sure enough, every time I waved my arms underwater there were little glowy bits. So beautiful.