Ticket secured
After two frustrating hours at the travel agency this morning, they told me to come back in the evening.
It was not my most shanti day. Last night my last remaining grandparent, Ruth Ellen Davis, passed away at age 95. To compound things I had a bad fever, nausea, and aching everywhere. Pretty rough day, left me feeling a bit weak. Travelling has its highs and lows, and the last couple days have been tough.
But today the fever was gone, as was the pain. I took a relaxing swim in the ocean, did some writing, went to the sunset drum circle, and returned to the travel agent to find that they'd successfully booked my ticket. Relief.
So tomorrow night I take an overnight bus to Mumbai, spend the day there, and (in theory) take an overnight (and then all-day) train to Jodhpur. However, I hope to meet up with friends in Mumbai and possibly book a different ticket from there, to Udaipur where I'd rather go. If I have to eat the cost of the Jodhpur ticket, it's 800 Rupees ($17); charge it to the game.
Strange to think that I'll actually be leaving Goa tomorrow and living out of my backpack for a while, I've really made quite a nice little hut-nest here.
