City Feet - Dirty feet in Goa. The End.

Released on 2006-05-31. Dirty feet in Goa. The End.
03-31-2006
That day I got up early in the morning and went to the beach. I had a swim and sunned myself. Toma slept till noon. During our voyage this day I fulfilled my dream ? I made shots near exotic tree with giant roots. When we were in a restaurant, Toma decided to pick up a flower from Magnolia tree, which was growing nearby. When she crossed the streets, all the passers-by looked at her and the waiter asked Toma not to leave her seat. Late in the evening I was made an excellent ayverda massage session. That night Toma meet her friends and was away all the night long. As for me, I had an opportunity to chat with the master of the inn, where we were living.
04-01-2006
In the midday we left the hotel and went to a new place. We got to a bus, bought ice-cream with a strange taste and went to the centre of Goa ? Panadgi. By the way, everywhere in the bus there were notes "For Ladies Only". In Panadgi we changed the bus to Vasco ga Gama ? that was to the south. And from Vasco ga Gama we got the bus to Bogmalo. Bogmalo turned out to be a province town with a hotel on the beach. But we rent a room in a pretty Ruby's guest house. That place was really beautiful with green paths. A fisherman, with whom we got acquainted in the post-office, showed us places of interest of this town.
03-02-2006
I got up early in the morning to have a swim. Our flight was at 10:10 in the morning, so I had some time to cast a glance at the outskirts. In the airport we knew, that we had to pay airport tax. I found the necessary sum and Toma had already spent all the money to the gifts. The official didn't want to let us to the flight, but at least had mercy at us and we got to the plane. There we were impressed by the freedom for the tourists on the runway. There were only one gate for all the flights there. We just have to enter the gate and then choose any plane, we liked. Somebody showed us our plane; otherwise we would have to look for it quite long. My neighbor in the flight was a long-haired Russian baby with bare feet. All the flight the only thing she did ? was putting her legs on the back of the fore seat. Toma's neighbor was a girl with dreads. She was barefoot too. But she was barefoot because her flip-flops and a lot of other things were stolen during the journey. When we landed, that girl went to the airport building barefoot, though the earth was covered with snow. But in the airport she was met by her relatives, who brought her new shoes. In our airport we were again met with curious glances of people, who were not used to the sight of girls, walking without shoes.