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To the left, Martin has done his 2000 meters swim, checked
out his computer, tanned, drunk 2 cans of diet coke and studied his computer
magazines. It is time for a well earned beer. |
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Shraddha, the local receptionist.
She always calls Martin by his nick-name, Papa. A sign of
respect for old age. |
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Man with a funny hat. Actually identically to one Martin
once had. The busy street life of Goa never stops to amaze
Martin on his trips to this relaxing country. |
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Martin ready to enter the computer school of El Shaddai, but
it was closed. So it was off to Mapsa to buy a mouse since
Martin's had conked in. |
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Lovely cable girl that had Martin's camera cable. Her name
was Margaret. And the cable was cheap. Martin outside
Kathleen House to see his girls. |
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Martin on his way to the house where most of the kids were.
Some had gone to visit their biological parents like Martin's Ruthu.
Rupa was there and Martin had her cap from Norway. |
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Martin and Rupa. Martin having a giggle with
Rupa that has the teddy bears Martin brought from Norway. |
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Rupa with her teddy bears and her cap.
Martin leaving Kathleen House for this time. He will be back in 4 days time. |
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Martin at the exit. One of the Buddhist
temples in Goa. |
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Martin at his favorite restaurant, The Honey Bee Bar.
A lovely meal of tiger prawns. With three pints of beer, the whole meal was
only € 10,-. Not bad. |
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A local way to keep cool. Open back. Sexy.
One way to get rid of rubbish is to burn it. And the Goans do it all over
the place, This leaves a distinct smell of Goa in your nostrils. Burned
plastic. |
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