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India Agonda, a paradise in Goa

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In my time the castanets were made of stone! .- exclaimed Amin holding a pair of wooden castanets that a beautiful girl used to sing and beg.

Amin accompanied me to the bus station and on the train on the way we met that girl begging in the wagons. Amin, as a child, had kicked all the trains and the streets with a pair of stones singing and asking for money. The two were talking in Hindu about their parallel experiences and the glow in Amin's eyes crossed the language barrier. It was a pity that the camera was in the most remote place in the backpack.

We said goodbye with a see you later because I decided to settle a few days in Mumbai on the way back and work at the NGO before leaving the fateful November 20 back to Barcelona. I left the idea of ​​joining a meditation course parked since probably knowing the world of these children is going to be a much richer experience and to meditate I already have Master Valls in Barcelona!

The bed buses in India compared to the Chinese are a real treat! I arrived at the station waiting for the worst (that is, China) and I found a decent coach whose beds were moving in an acceptable manner. For comparative purposes, the Chinese bed coaches would have a grade 9 on the Ritcher scale while the Hindus approved with a more than acceptable 4 and a half.

No tourist in a direct bus to Goa (something that I still do not explain) and a lot of Hindus on the way home to celebrate Diwali. The trains were full within a week.

He had bought a ticket until the last stop in Goa, Margao, and twenty minutes before arriving he still had no clear where to go. Finally we leave it to the guide - lottery and prize! Agonda: A very long beach, with sand and rocks, palm trees and canoes, crabs and thousands of shells. Barely half a dozen hotels are seen (which are still local houses that rent a room) that still do not damage the virgin limits of the beach.

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