Myles Harrington

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The Night I Nearly Died and Other Cool Adventures

In India on July 3, 2010 at 5:10 pm

Whenever I explain to people I got a loan out to go travelling I always make the same joke about if I die while I’m away I’ll never have to pay it back. Last Tuesday night it nearly happened. I had moved in to a room with a bloke called David, one of the Brits I’d met on the beach in Palolem. After a couple of beers and some World Cup action it was time for bed. I never normally use mosquito coils, mainly because I’m not that bothered about the bites but David picked one up from the girls on the way home. He hung it on a nail on the wall and we went off to sleep. At 6am I got woken up by David shouting “something’s wrong”. I looked around the room and it was full of thick smoke and his bag that was strategically placed under the coil was alight. Another few minutes and it could have been a very different story. Luckily he sensed something was wrong.

The Seagull Guest House massive

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Plans Change in Palolem

In India on June 29, 2010 at 2:18 pm

It was midnight by the time I arrived at Karmali station in Goa and I needed to get to the state capital, Panjim (Panaji). I thought it would be fine, easy and cheap, as is normal in India to get to the town. I expected lots of touts vying for my hotel business and offering me free rickshaws in to the town 9km away. How wrong I was. There were three taxi drivers in a cartel which forced me to pay 260 Rs (£3.70) on a taxi and they didn’t even know the name of one guesthouse between them. After getting extremely frustrated I got out of the cab in the pouring rain, not just normal rain, bucket down monsoon rain, and grabbed the two nearest westerners I could find to get myself a bed for the night. Their place was full, so were the other five places I knocked on. Eventually I found an inviting stairwell up to an empty reception. After calling around the corridor for a while I realised the owner was probably down the pub so I set up camp in one of the empty rooms and the next thing I knew it was 7am. “I could get away with this” I thought, a free night’s lodgings. I picked up my bag, kept my head down and walked straight out the front door past the receptionist on the stairs. At least that partly made up for the extortionate taxi rate.

Panjim's lovely Portuguese cathedral

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