A Toast to the Host who can Boast the most Posts
Let's not beat around the bush here, we left Arambol yesterday. Everyone wanted to get a taxi except for me so we all took the local buses. It really wasn't bad AT ALL.
Although for us, being packed in like sardines is nothing compared to being packed in on these buses. In fact I am now changing the maxim to " 'we were' packed in like a local bus in India". At least our sardines have enough space for the brine in which they are immersed.

Wait, hold on, I did have enough space to be immersed in the sweat of about 10 other people. So maybe it's not that bad

Our destination was a beach called Agonda. Agonda is meant to be very quiet, very chilled etc. We got there and it was completely DEAD. The only Westerners we met were two 60yr old German hippies.

Yah.

So we decided to go 10km up the road to Palelum. Palelum is like PUMPING man. You know those package holidays? Well there has apparently been a huge campaign for India package holidays in England. Palelum is where that huge bus drops them all off and leaves them to fend for themselves. Joking. Actually it's a lovely and lively little cove. The water is obviously still the Arabian sea and the sun sets a little bigger than in Arambol.

Now get this. We are kinda traveling with an Irishman, the British trio and an Argentinean. When we got here it was like each man for himself in terms of a room. Now here there are beach huts BUT they are on stilts! STILTS!!! So if you were lucky you could get a beach hut with stilts and its little balcony facing the water RIGHT ON THE BEACH. Like yeh man. Except as far as we saw they were all booked out AND expensive. And in any one beach hut place there are only two huts that face the sea. You get the picture. AND they were asking for rs. 350 - I mean COME ON man that's like $11.50 AUD. I don't think so. Sarah and I are more like $7 AUD girls. Actually it didn't really look like we could get a cheap beach hut so we went looking for a room.
We were just walking and saw some lovely stilted beach huts and thought we may as well ask about them. The woman was straight away lovely and SHE POINTED TO THE BEACH HUT RIGHT ON THE BEACH WITH THE BACLONY FACING THE WATER. YEh man. We are like, how much? rs. 250 OMG THAT'S $7.20.
We scrambled up the ladder/stairs and looked inside. It was clean and minimal but felt really welcoming. We couldn't believe out luck.

So now let me paint this picture:

Sarah and I are staying on the Arabian sea. We have a hut on stilts with two single beds and a fan (all you really need). We have a balcony that overlooks the cove. When the sun sets, we sit on our little chairs and observe the wide stretch of beach, sand and shells. We see the jade coloured water and the massive burnt orange sun. We watch as the sky turns from gold to orange to amber to plum to indigo and finally sapphire blue of night.

I really need not say more.
Anyways, when you sleep all you hear is the ocean. Definitely this place is more crowded than Arambol, but it feels like more fun as well.

Okay on a last note I need to tell you all something really really really huge.

BJ, a friend of mine, and I were walking down the beach in Arambol when we notice a fish the size of about my wrist to elbow. We look a little closer and realise that it was still breathing. We look a little closer still and I YELP. IT WAS A SHARK. I am not even joking, I wish I was. I can tell a shark seeing as they are MY MOST SCARED OF ALL CREATURES. A wave came and this shark was pulled back out to the sea. NOW IN ARAMBOL YOU GET FRESH SHARK but OMG we are SWIMMING WITH THEM. granted they are small but like.. THEY ARE THERE!

I, , am SWIMMING with sharks.

Now that is huge.