Go, Goa!

And so, after a 26 hour long bus ride I arrived in Mapusa, Goa! Long bus rides should not be underestimated. One meet new people and get the chanse to get to know them more since a bus ride opens up a lot of opportunites for interesting conversations and relaxing hang outs! Simply by asking -where are You going? Where are You from? Is this your first time you're going to Goa? Shall we share the dinner during the next stop?
I had a interesting time trying to communicate with two cute gujarati kids who didin't know any English, any my gujarati is equal to zero so... We looked outside the window watching the landskape shift and laughted each time the bus drived over a bump and made up jump up in the air!
Another interesting creature I met on the bus was Aakash from Baroda, Gujarat; a graduated engineer who also was planning to start the new year with friends in Goa. Thanks to him I jumped of in the right city, and we shared a taxi since we were going to nearly the same area. And, since it was my first time in that part of Goa, it's always nicer to go with someone who knows the area well. We also had a late lunch and shared our fist beer in the wonderful atmosphere of Goa!
I just couldn't understand that I finally had arrived...:) Enjoy, enjoy your holiday Maddie... 
So, I arrived to an appartment in Candolim where my friend Jeenie and I had planned to sleep during our stay. We were eight people sharing the appartment - a group of friends and friends friends!
And Goa was just amazing... It was all about the beach, bathing in the arabic sea, drinking beer, eating great food - simply relaxing, yaar!
Of course it's a very touristic place, people wanting to take pictures of you etc. Jeenie and I did say yes to get one picture taken together with a cute boy whose father wanted a picture!
Another guy desperately asked us one evening if we could come with him to his  appartment just for ten minutes to "have some fun"... :P
Theese good looking guys from Kashmir came up to Jeenie and I and asked for a photo. And so I said yes if they let Me take a photo of them. When we went back two of the guys came up to us riding the bike and gave us some chocolate;)  Umm....thank you?!:D
New Year was celebrated in Anjuna dancing barefoot on the beach to the sound of western electro music:)
We danced until four in the morning; together with our "appartment group" and with randome funny people. Sometimes there were Indian women and children who came up to us randomly begging for money while we were dancing. This made the situation very weird of course constantly being reminded about what kind of country am actually in.
In the end of the night there was this Indian guy who wanted to dance with me. But since I felt that he was crossing my line of acceptible distance between two people dancing I tried to avoid him. And when he wanted to say good bye he huged me and then tried to kiss me. I got so mad and simply just pushed him away and hit him on the shoulder with my palm, and then he just left.  
While I was waiting to get some night food an other guy that I had been dancing with a little bit before came up to me, gave me a Kit-Kat-chocolate and told me simply that "not all Indian men are the same".
His words kind of won back a little bit more hope for improvement of the mentality in Indian men...
On the way back to our appartment I decided to meet up my new found friend Aakash, and so I ended my New Years celebration drinking Rom&coke on a hostel room floor  and chatting with Aakash and his friends - sucha nice group of people!
One year ended, and another new year started. I can only agree with all the people who every year see the begining of a new year as a opportunity to stary fresh, new year resolutions that will be broken within a week, new year resolutions that will change a persons life forever, a start of something new.
I do believe I have the courage to say that for every new year I put behind me is a year that was even greater than the last one. I want to believe that every era in a persons life is the greatest no matter what age. I've spent 1 ½ year in India, and it's been the best thing I've ever done in my life so far despite that I miss my family and friends back home; despite the amount of time I put reading books and writing assignments; despite the fact that I have to live with a curfew after midnight; despite so many other things that I do miss.
Hard work never goes unrewarded.
And so I left Goa being reminded about the reason why I choosed to come here and filled with new energy to continue another semester in Manipal:)
Happy New Year yaar!!


I love backpacking! The though of traveling from one place to another with small interval creats constantly new exitements inside you. Of course, most of the time it's not fun to leave a place you found very interesting, but still you know there's a new place ahead to discover.
On 26th I took the flight to Ahmedabad to visit my dear friend Nipun. Still, this is not the first time I visit Gujarat, and hopefully not the last, and I got an overwhelming welcome by Nipun and his daughter at the airport!
We got some time to hang out in the evenings since he was working during the days. So in the meantime I got the chance to roam around and I finish reading TWO books (kryss i taket för det..), my Shantaram by George David Roberts and The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga, two really great once. I got recomended to visit a vegan restaurant owned by a spanish woman, and so I had a nice conversation with her about our lifes in India. It's such an interesting thing to hear about each and every persons story about how they "ended up" settling down in a country like India!
In the evening we went together with his friends to a concert dancing to Indian Remix music by DJ Aqeel! My first concert in India - check!
I found some street art while roaming in the city...
And on sunday noon I left Ahmedabad for a 24 hour long bus ride to Goa...


Before going on the trip I decided to get some Mehendi done. Since am looking forward to twelve weeks of clinicals my next mehendi won't be done until april I guess. But I love it! 
I love it! 
The holiday started with night but to Bangalore.
And in Bangalore we got to stay at my friends friends place who drove us to the airport in the evening.
Arriving to Delhi, was a bit shoked about the cold! Staying in India have got me a bit sensative to the cold, I must say... In Delhi I got to meet some other of my friends friends who took us in a loong and bumpy rikshaw drive to an "hidden" african restaurant!
He told us about the troubble the africans has witg starting their own businesses in the city, but in this area the police had agreed with arrangeing a small "private" restaurant if things worked out well with no troubles. Arriving to the restaurant, which was held in an appartment furnished with big couches lighted up simply with an disco ball light. We got welcomed by a smiling, big, african women, and we got served delicious fish food dishes!
The next day we took the train to Agra. And the temperature wasn't better there, oh no... And after been checking out maybe five hostels we finally got one for a decent price. The only problem we noticed when we had checket in was that the temperature inside and outside wasn't that much of a difference... Still, we got to see the famous Taj Mahal which was just amazing!
Unfortunately I had my first day of perid that day, and had such a bad menstrual pain which forced me to walk around Taj Mahal with no strength in my leds, bending forward and I just wanted to..die... 
So, if anyone else wanna go there I'll be happy to visit it again in a  much more joyful mood PLUS taking much more fun pictures! But still...Taj Mahal = CHECK!

So, since we both were forigners we had to pay 700Rs in entrence instead of 50Rs..or what ever the Indians have to pay. But it also gave us the privilege to walk by the long line of Indians And a bottle of water in a fancy fancy little bag;)
We also a visit at the Red Fort...
Christmas eve was "celebrated" with a nice dinner together with my friend, and the next day we took the train back to Delhi. While we were waiting for the train to arrive in Agra we got a facinating company of a couple of children who wondered which country we came from, and, of course wanted to take some pictures. It's nothing I mind doing when a bunch of sweet Indian kids wanna try talking with you;)
Christmas day was celebrated with a small party at my friends friends place, and on the next day 26th I took the flight to Ahmedabad.
To be continued...