Dudhsagar waterfalls and the Russians
Well I finally got off my big fat flabby white ass and went and saw some of south Goa.
I hired the dear Rupesh for the day to take me around the south to see a bit of the countryside.
Firstly we drove to the Dudhsagar waterfalls. They are 600m from head to foot and are spectacular and some of the highest in India. Dudhasgar is a Konkani name that means "Sea of milk" this name was given because of the white foam that kicks up at the bottom of the waterfall giving the appearance of milk.The waterfalls are surrounded by dense tropical forests and wild monkeys swing in the trees. Allot of people there were feeding the monkeys and it looked really cute but I read in my "Rough Guide to India" to give monkeys a wide birth because rabies is wide spread across the country so I didn't go anywhere near them. I mean I have enough problems convincing people to be friends with me as it is but if i turn up at someones door with rabies barking like a wild dog and peeing up lampposts then I believe the few friends that I do have left will phone up the local dog pound and have me captured and put down.
The journey east only takes about an hour and a half and takes you through some great bustling towns and farming villages.
It is great to see the Indian people doing there thing. The woman working hard in the rice fields and scooters dashing this way and that and the cows, my god the cows are so funny, they just walk up and down the middle of the roads so slowly and all the drivers are weaving in and out of them. They are a sacred animal in India so nobody eats beef and nobody hits them or hurts them so really the cows are worshipped and protected.
I have decided in my next life I want to come back as a cow, I already have the ass for it, I'm lacking slightly in the udder department but I have the eyelashes too so not much of a transition really. I would love to just laze around where ever I chose to plonk myself, chew a bit of grass which would be easy as I'm a vegetarian, crap on the road, waltz up the beach and bake in the sun how wonderful and just call me something sweet like daisy and I'm your best friend.(only joking about the crapping in the road )
Anyway the waterfalls, Rupesh dropped me off in some little town in the middle of no where and then I had to hire a jeep well a seat in one to get me through the rough terrain and swamps up to the waterfalls. I was in a jeep with 5 Russians. There are allot of Russians in Goa, to be honest they are everywhere and each to their own and all that but my god do they make some racket. They are so bloody loud and so rude and I bet some of you are thinking I have just described myself after having a few gins but believe me they are worse...honest!.
The men walk around with bulging eyes and bulging tummy's which they don't cover, bulging budgie covers (speedos) and they have bulging wallets to match. Even the Rough Guide to India kind of blames the Russians and their free spending ways for pushing up the prices in India. But the girls, oh my my my the girls are like nothing on Gods earth. It is like someone has just rounded them up from the local lap dancing club. They were tottering around in wedges on the bloody rocks at the waterfalls and walking around in bikinis flashing their plastic bazookas all done up like a dogs dinner.
The Indian men as you can imagine were hyperventilating and foaming at the mouth but these girls just seem to be oblivious to what they are doing.
Don't they pick up a bloody guide book before going to a foreign country, don't they at least learn a little bit about the culture and customs, I always where ever I go watch what the locals do and behave and dress and I always try to be respectable and modest in my dress, I mean bikinis are fine on the beach but at a tourist sight where people are eating and the local people are present I just think it is so disrespectful.
The other day I was sitting on the beach, it was early morning and I noticed a small group of monks walking along the beach, immediately I covered myself with my sarong, I mean it was early and I didn't want to inflict the sight of me oozing out of a bikini on them first thing, but seriously it was out of respect that I covered myself over until they passed.
Anyway just as this group of monks were passing by a Russian girl jumps up in her bikini which was about the size of 3 postage stamps and struts off into the sea walking in between the monks flicking her long red hair seductively over her shoulder as she went. The group of monks had to separate and step aside to let the old trout through. I could not believe what I was seeing and to make it even more shocking she was wearing a g-string, it was like a piece of dental floss after it had been used. The poor monks stood frozen to the spot and I really thought the elder of the monks was going to pass out, he went a funny shade of blue which clashed terribly with the red of his robes. I could just picture him falling to the ground robes and sandals flying everywhere. I just buried my face in my sarong with shame I was mortified, the Russian old trout!!!!!
So apart from the loud and naked Russians I really enjoyed my visit to the waterfalls, they are incredibly beautiful and the monkeys were so much fun to watch especially when one of them yanked a banana so hard out of a Russian mans hand that the dipstick fell forward on to the rocks, ha ha ha Aren't I a bitch, well he never hurt himself he was laughing but there were signs everywhere saying "Don't Feed the Monkeys" so I hope he learnt his lesson, he was quite lucky wearing only his little pink trunks that it was only the banana that the monkey made a grab for LOL LOL that's enough of that x
Well I finally got off my big fat flabby white ass and went and saw some of south Goa.
I hired the dear Rupesh for the day to take me around the south to see a bit of the countryside.
Firstly we drove to the Dudhsagar waterfalls. They are 600m from head to foot and are spectacular and some of the highest in India. Dudhasgar is a Konkani name that means "Sea of milk" this name was given because of the white foam that kicks up at the bottom of the waterfall giving the appearance of milk.The waterfalls are surrounded by dense tropical forests and wild monkeys swing in the trees. Allot of people there were feeding the monkeys and it looked really cute but I read in my "Rough Guide to India" to give monkeys a wide birth because rabies is wide spread across the country so I didn't go anywhere near them. I mean I have enough problems convincing people to be friends with me as it is but if i turn up at someones door with rabies barking like a wild dog and peeing up lampposts then I believe the few friends that I do have left will phone up the local dog pound and have me captured and put down.
The journey east only takes about an hour and a half and takes you through some great bustling towns and farming villages.
It is great to see the Indian people doing there thing. The woman working hard in the rice fields and scooters dashing this way and that and the cows, my god the cows are so funny, they just walk up and down the middle of the roads so slowly and all the drivers are weaving in and out of them. They are a sacred animal in India so nobody eats beef and nobody hits them or hurts them so really the cows are worshipped and protected.
I have decided in my next life I want to come back as a cow, I already have the ass for it, I'm lacking slightly in the udder department but I have the eyelashes too so not much of a transition really. I would love to just laze around where ever I chose to plonk myself, chew a bit of grass which would be easy as I'm a vegetarian, crap on the road, waltz up the beach and bake in the sun how wonderful and just call me something sweet like daisy and I'm your best friend.(only joking about the crapping in the road )
Anyway the waterfalls, Rupesh dropped me off in some little town in the middle of no where and then I had to hire a jeep well a seat in one to get me through the rough terrain and swamps up to the waterfalls. I was in a jeep with 5 Russians. There are allot of Russians in Goa, to be honest they are everywhere and each to their own and all that but my god do they make some racket. They are so bloody loud and so rude and I bet some of you are thinking I have just described myself after having a few gins but believe me they are worse...honest!.
The men walk around with bulging eyes and bulging tummy's which they don't cover, bulging budgie covers (speedos) and they have bulging wallets to match. Even the Rough Guide to India kind of blames the Russians and their free spending ways for pushing up the prices in India. But the girls, oh my my my the girls are like nothing on Gods earth. It is like someone has just rounded them up from the local lap dancing club. They were tottering around in wedges on the bloody rocks at the waterfalls and walking around in bikinis flashing their plastic bazookas all done up like a dogs dinner.
The Indian men as you can imagine were hyperventilating and foaming at the mouth but these girls just seem to be oblivious to what they are doing.
Don't they pick up a bloody guide book before going to a foreign country, don't they at least learn a little bit about the culture and customs, I always where ever I go watch what the locals do and behave and dress and I always try to be respectable and modest in my dress, I mean bikinis are fine on the beach but at a tourist sight where people are eating and the local people are present I just think it is so disrespectful.
The other day I was sitting on the beach, it was early morning and I noticed a small group of monks walking along the beach, immediately I covered myself with my sarong, I mean it was early and I didn't want to inflict the sight of me oozing out of a bikini on them first thing, but seriously it was out of respect that I covered myself over until they passed.
Anyway just as this group of monks were passing by a Russian girl jumps up in her bikini which was about the size of 3 postage stamps and struts off into the sea walking in between the monks flicking her long red hair seductively over her shoulder as she went. The group of monks had to separate and step aside to let the old trout through. I could not believe what I was seeing and to make it even more shocking she was wearing a g-string, it was like a piece of dental floss after it had been used. The poor monks stood frozen to the spot and I really thought the elder of the monks was going to pass out, he went a funny shade of blue which clashed terribly with the red of his robes. I could just picture him falling to the ground robes and sandals flying everywhere. I just buried my face in my sarong with shame I was mortified, the Russian old trout!!!!!
So apart from the loud and naked Russians I really enjoyed my visit to the waterfalls, they are incredibly beautiful and the monkeys were so much fun to watch especially when one of them yanked a banana so hard out of a Russian mans hand that the dipstick fell forward on to the rocks, ha ha ha Aren't I a bitch, well he never hurt himself he was laughing but there were signs everywhere saying "Don't Feed the Monkeys" so I hope he learnt his lesson, he was quite lucky wearing only his little pink trunks that it was only the banana that the monkey made a grab for LOL LOL that's enough of that x
Good to read some more of your adventures and Glad you are having a great time. Take care.
ReplyDeleteWell well queen Jacqueline!!! I loving following your travels and do glad ur in the places you want to be!! I'm currently sat in the quorn lodge nr ragdale with a dissorono and packet of biscuits! No comparison! I hope to have some dramas to tell and share with you soon!! Love you lots take care Amy xxxxx
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