Holy cows

During our last night in Chennai, it is raining, no it is pouring, buckets and buckets. Because of the loud clattering of the air conditioning and the dripping sounds, I can't fall asleep. Our taxi is already ready for departure at 7 o'clock. The hotel manager informs us that we were lucky to get a taxi. The streets are full of water and empty of people. We worry about our onward flight to Goa. When we arrive at the airport, no need to worry. No delays or cancellations, and no rain either. On the TVs, it is reported nonstop that this is the work of politicians and not a whim of nature. It saddens me to see how the homes of the poor are flooded. With an hour delay, we finally fly to Goa. On the 1.5-hour journey to Anjuna, we encounter many cows and dogs. The streets are clean and the temperature is a wonderful 30 degrees. We like it here much better! Finally, at the hotel, another disappointment. The lady at the reception is unfriendly, there are no other guests in the hotel, construction work is everywhere, the bedding and towels are dirty... The only surface to put our things on is a moldy-smelling cupboard full of cobwebs. After a complaint, our bedding and towels are changed. When I ask why they didn't change the bed sheet, the gentleman says, 'No Mam, this is fresh!' Oh, so the towels and the blanket were not fresh. Thank you very much. Apparently, you have to complain here to get what you want. Disappointed, we make our way to the beach. A herd of holy cows passes by us, leaving holy piles behind. We sit down in a restaurant, drink beer, and have proper Indian food for the first time. Naan bread and a vegetable sauce. Really delicious and very affordable. Another beer, more naan bread, and a too spicy rice dish later, we lie in bed after an unintentionally cold shower, and I write my blog in the notes on my phone, bad Wi-Fi connection, at least I can hear the party music and every footstep from outside as if it were in the room. Welcome to Goa.