Day Ten

The Pest People had told me 2 days ago that they would be at the flat by 10:30, so I’d set aside the whole morning to wait for them to turn up!!

Mr Coakroach

They are lurking everywhere!

Just before 11am they finally arrived without any sort of apology whatsoever and completely oblivious to the fact they were nearly an hour late!! To be fair to them they did a thorough job and sprayed all the windows and skirting runs with Chemical "X" that was guaranteed to keep the blighter’s away for 4 months! Without thinking I was still slapping around the place in bare feet and (very sensibly they guys told me to wear something as my feet were starting to burn slightly from the splashes I’d walked through! Whops!

Within 30 mins they were done and I closed and locked up the place for the prescribed 2 hours and Phutta-Phutted back into Madgaon. The other day I’d seen a decent music and DVD shop that also sold a solid robust set of speakers.

New Speakers

These things pump out the sound!

I’m tired of Indian quality goods and needed to get some "none-disposable" speakers (I didn’t trust my replacement Made in China Pair) and a shed load of new CDs. Out came the Credt Card and I slapped it on the counter of this store with the specific instructions to the clerk that I was going to wax the remaining balance until the card melts - I don’t think she understood! After a while I’d gathered a stack of new CDs, & DVDs and was satisfied with the Korean speakers I’d been playing with.

Maha CDs

Brought some more CDs to chill with

Keeerch—ing the Credit Card slowly accepted the transaction and I was away, reloaded with tunes and tunage producing instruments balanced between my legs on the Activa.

I was kinda rushing to get back to Benaulim and probably wasn’t paying that much attention to what was ahead of me. As I was approaching the turning for Benaulim I made out the figures of two policemen on the corner. As I began turning, I saw the policeman look at me, then the number plate

Yellow Plates

This means "Pull me over and fleece a tourist" for Police

(yellow plates are hired vehicles) then put his whistle to his mouth and indicated for me to stop! Humm!

"License"

"You want my license, you can have my passport, my license is in the flat!" (Sounds familiar!)

"License!"

"It’s in the flat!" I remember my "Get Out of Jail Free Card" and fished it out while fielding his questions. I still had no idea why he’d stopped my, but this should shut him up!

"Humm! License!"

"What!" This corner was right outside the Colva Police station, and so this was probably a straight cop, or he had too many eyes on him from the building up the road!

"Where’s you’re license? You have a license?"

"Of course I do, its a British one and has more credit to it than the Indian one!!"

"You go and get it, otherwise its 500Rs!!"

"Its in the ...oh f*@ ... stupid idiots... here.." - I was pissed off and was rushing to get back, I couldn’t be bothered with theses morons anymore, and fished out a 500Rs Note!

"You have license, so you leave your bike here and go and get your license" - He seemed startled that I was going to pay a fine!

"I’m in a hurry, so hurry up and process this.."

"Oh, Do you have license, if you do have license, you just pay 200Rs and go!"

Get out of Jail Free!

My supposed get out of Jail Free Card!

So much for my 500Rs Get out of Jail Card, it just cost me another 200Rs! Bloody stupid Police!! I clearly wasn’t thinking straight, because with hindsight, there was no reason for him to stop me (it wasn’t a highway) and I should have just rode on, but you live and learn. Next time I’ll aim for one of these beggars if they ask for more money!

The day wasn’t that interesting apart from Sandra having a hissy-fit at someone who came in and me faffing around trying to burn a CD of my Phone MP3s using 2 computers. The evening liven up a bit at the beach with an irrate German tourist having a go at the waiter for the craop service they’d received.

"Wat is zis., zis is rubbizh. You are a bloody shit! You are shit waiter, shit! We bloody go now!!"

"The poor waiter didn’t know what to say, but I put money on the fact he really didn’t give a rat’s arse!

But the entertainment quickly died down when the most drab & boring couple arrived and sat down with their plain, ironed-down grey shirt, brown trousers and open toed sandles with socks!! Both had the most miserable looks on their pale hollow faces and the most depressing down-turned mouth I’ve ever seen! Boring! As they ordered their plate of plain sand I couldn’t stand anymore and left to the comfort of the flat and the anticipation of the Maha Tunes I could now produce!

Pest or Police

Its very hard to tell the difference between one of these and a corrupt cop!

I was expecting to have to force the door over the mounds of insects I’d find inside, however the grand total of dead insects on the first day was just one cockroach! Maybe my cleaning the day before had sorted them out! I didn’t really care as the speakers switched on (first time they needed a smack, then they switched on on their own accord!) and the new tunes flowed out through the windows and drowned out the noise of the evening traffic.

Beer

That Security Breach!

Accompanied by chilled beers, there could be no better way to relax and forget about stupid policemen!