Ajuna Market

Well I pulled out of the nose dive, and with a shorned nut sack I have left Arambol. To look for India. A Bus ride to the Wednesday market i anjuna. Well the countryside is crawling with women, Indian women in particular. It seems the Female Infanticide of Bombay ran out of steam. The women are assertive sellers and fun to flirt with, but they will make you pay for it, trust me. I am still in search of the fullmoon party that is gonna happen tomorrow night somewhere??? shit! It aint in Vagator where I am now. The famous 9 Bar is empty, with proise of a crowd tomorrow night/ I dont know/ But my room is $5 so I can't cmplain, and the market was a scene! to be expereinced! Endless rows of colored sheets waving in the captain's breeze coming off the Arabian Sea, by the way he Euro Backpackers in this country are FUCKIN INCREDIBLE and if India isn't enough, they will be!!! See ya. Oh and that red on my forehead I got dotted, pretty cool. I dont know what it means though???