It’s early when i traipse off to bed. It’s early but I realize i have done all i that i need to do today therefore, my meagre obligations being met, i am free to retire unobstructed to my circus tent.
My grass beach hut is outfitted with a most appropriate pink and yellow circus tent inner lining that i see will very effectively protect me from random outer critters that love to drop down from the thatched roofing. It is not lost on me the suitability of such nomadic digs for a gypsy such as myself and i am both pleased and delighted to be sleeping within these grass and fabric walls to the sound of soft waves kissing the beach in the distance. I have chosen a hut that is a little away from the centre and very nicely located a little ways up a hill from a rocky shore. I think this spot will be much more quiet than the beach huts mom and i chose last year.
As i prepare to bunk down under my management-provided mosquito net, i am reminded that in Goa, only bottom sheets are usually supplied due to the climate. Any sort of upper covering is usually the sole responsibility of the guest, me, and i have forgotten to bring any sort of sheet. I sort through my bag and luckily i have brought with me a rather large soft sarong that will fake it as a top sheet, and if i have any tendency to feel cold i will simply wear an extra pair of pants and a sweater to bed. Admittedly it is a bit of a surreal treat to be able to watch the Big Bang Theory from under my mozzie net in Goa. I am also fairly content that i have two pillows, one to rest my head on and one to cuddle with. Goodnight and sweet dreams. See you in the morning.
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