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Can you all please read Maurina’s blog on her Day 7 to know the interesting bit of that day?
Terima Kasih.

I’m just going to curi paste some of her photos and captions before I proceed with mine.

We were so worried that how the heck are we going to lug our big-ass luggage into the train (imagine 20kg of sarees and whatnots!) before the train ride and God answered our (pathetic) prayers!

In Margaon CST (train station in Goa) a kuli, which is someone who helps you carry stuff, offered to help us with our luggage and we obliged. Actually I obliged, and agreed while Nonnie was busy paying the taxi haha. She was kind shocked when she saw a man carry away our stuff. LOL

He also helped us find out which Coupe we were placed in cause we’re helpless little bimbos from Korea (oh btw, everyone thought we’re Koreans all the way from Delhi to Goa and as we were to find out, Mumbai so people always greeted us ANYEONG HASAEYOOOOO!!!!).

 
The one on the left is our cabin, a first-class private sleeper cabin with aircon, cupboard, mirror and fan. The one on the right is second class, almost the same as the first class but with no doors and only curtains for privacy.

Nah, a video… if you wanna know how it looks like inside the train.

Introducing our 1AC (first class, air conditioned, sleeper) Cabin - Goa to Mumbai from Nonnie King on Vimeo.

Password is the 7 digits of my phone number. So meaning, only people I know can view the video.

Pre-Breakfast. We ate a lot on the train!

Clean towel, bed sheet, pillow case and soap!

The train conductor. Reminds me of the silly moment when we chased the train to Agra and thought we’re going to be kicked out from the train because we had no “boarding pass”

Refer to Day 2; the part that we nearly get conned.

 
Watched Mayday’s 3DNA Concert movie to pass time.

 
Abang Si Convenient. He sells chai tea, if I’m not wrong. But if we need anything, we just need to stop him (while he’s yelling chai-chai-chai-chai-chai in the corridor) and tell him what we want and minutes later, he will be back with what we want.

Awesome chai!

 
My ching-ching-chai-chai bed prepared suka hati saja.

 
Where as Maurina, who had been to various camp training level 9999, cannot have crease, mesti smooth, all nicely tucked in. Can you see the difference mine (upper deck) and hers (lower deck)?

Wah lao.. hotel style blanket somemore….

Little kid outside our coupe.

 
I don’t know what meal was this already….. breakfast kah, snack kah…. dunno lah. makan makan makan makan saja.

Reading lamp

 
Lunch kali…

Maurina was craving for gulab so we stopped Abang Si Convenient and told him we wanted that.

The toilet in the train…. It’s not as bad as it looks… At least there’s no smell.

The cali thing about this toilet bowl was….. the hole lead straight to the railway….
Meaning to say, if you poop or pee, you will leave a poop/pee trail on the rail road. HAHAHAHHAHAA.
Imagine that! Imagine if lausai!

 
Dinner

12 hours on the train and we reached Mumbai! It was a lot warmer compare to Delhi and Goa, hence… got a bit of smell also.

Our home for the next 3 days.
New Bengal Hotel.

Forcing myself to complete the India posts before I fly off this Saturday for my annual MUST-VISIT-ONE-NEW-PLACE objective. Bobby was calling me lazy because there’s nothing new to read, friends asking why I don’t update my blog anymore… Err… errr… I admit lah, I malas + no motivation bah.

Anyways, back to Goa!
Saya suka sangat lah tempat ini!

The padlock of our humble little hut~

 
Basically.. they celebrate everything apart from death..
*choi! tai kak lai si!*

Some people prefer to rent kayak and row themselves into the sea to see dolphin. Since it was out first time, we chose the safe tourist way, get a boat.

Abang Agent bringing us to our boat.

Nah~

The other boats and kayaks waiting for the dolphins.

I don’t have any nice clear shot of the dolphins so don’t expect any photos of dolphins here ya. Maurina got some better one. So, after the spotting the dolphins, the boat man brought us to see some other islands in Palolem. Butterfly Island, Honeymoon Island *If you know what I mean* He told us that they would drop the tourists (couples *cough*) and picked them up 2 to 3 hours later. *MAJOR COUGH*

Of course, also got family doing the island hopping lah. I swear, the above photo was not taken intentionally focusing on the “peach” ah.

Back to our the beach~

 
Yummy breakfast while having my toes wriggling in the sand.

 
And back to our hut relaxing…
Such was our lives in Palolem… Sleep, eat, jalan, sleep, eat, jalan…

Ni nah… Kak Maurina doing laundry.

Uncle si Babe cari makan

And we were that close to them! Of course, I was there to protect her lah.

So sweet lahhhhhhhhh
I hope when I’m at that age, my husband still want to hold my hand and bawa jalan…. with passion of course. Don’t want those macam dissing type.

Got myself a dolphin ring here and an elephant pendant for Maurina.


We passed by this, and when pusing balik, we couldn’t find it anymore!
We wanted to makan there bah!


Blow… Horn….


A guesthouse named “My Soulmate”


Other hotel/guesthouse/huts that we passed by. Lawa, but quite far (as in compare to Cuba lah) from the beach.


Everyday also happy hours~


Went to the restaurant of the hotel next to us…. Bleurghhhh… not nice one the food! Sibeh limpeh not nice! We made a good choice of dining in Cuba all the time eh.

After the not so satisfying meal, we rent a kayak (because they ran out with the single one) and seriously, we.. or rather, I… have terrible body coordination! We were always spinning in circles sampai Maurina gave up and we took turns to paddle. Cannot both together, pusing pusing tu. Hehehhehehehehee.

And… for our last night in Palolem, what better than huge BBQ seafood feast again in Cuba!

The freshness from the sea
(Tapi nada katam…..)


If you notice all our dinner in Cuba Goa ah… you will realized that our seafood got bigger and bigger everyday! Hahahhahhaa!
We had red snapper (Big!), squids and prawns again. Puas eh!
We finished all of it don’t play play!

And while chilling by the beach admiring the fireworks, I realized I don’t have the room key with me! I searched high and low for it and last last, quickly dashed back to our hut. The key was there, hanging in the key hole…

*doink*

But the good thing was, none of our thing was lost or stolen~ Phew….

So I happily pranced back to the restaurant swinging the key ready to shout to Maurina that I found the key. And….. the stupidest thing happened! The straw tying the key went loose and the key flew away… I was walking on the beach that time, at night. With no spotlights or anything…

Mana itu kunci??????

FML kao kao!
Really stupid kan!

The chefs of the BBQ stand and also the staff helped me looking for the key with torch light but…. how can wor.. So in the end I went to the counter and they gave me another key, with no extra charge. Maybe they biasa guests hilang their keys already because they acted as if it’s very normal.

And that ends my posts in Goa.
Next, train ride to Mumbai!

I hope I can finish all the India posts within these 2 days lah.
Wish me luck.