We've resorted to drinking... heavily

Race Day 4: Mangalore to Goa

Money raise for charity: $1,234

Distance Traveled: 1050 km

Fender Benders: 2

Near Death Experiences : 1, barley squeeze through 2 massive semis, both headed our way as the paint from our rickshaw is rubbed off on their tires
Delhi Bellies: 0

We've resorted to drinking immediately after our driving shifts end.  After 9 hours of driving I hit the bottle hard and proceeded to down 1/4 litter of whiskey.  My liver hates me but my rickshaw mates love me as I'm now carefree about our immanent doom.  Chris Keller (the long haired hippy in our group) points out that these roads have a terribly sobering affect… and we should probably drink a little extra just to be sure we're nice and limber incase we're in an accident. 

We stop for food and play charades with a local cook to tell him we'd like chicken curry to go.  After 15 minutes of clucking like a chicken while pretending to drive, the guy gets it and tosses us a plastic bag full of chicken curry and nan bread.   We learned an important lesson, as delicious as chicken curry may be, you're asking for trouble if you try to eat it in the back of a Rickshaw, while drunk and hitting potholes every 2 minutes.  We ended up with 1/2 of the food in our stomachs and the other half plastered to the rickshaws ceiling. 

At some point in the afternoon we accidentally drive through a police check point… whoops :)

We arrive in goa at Sunset & immediately 10 merchants surround us with offers of lodging.  Offers start at 3,000 rupees (about $66 dollars) and being a little tipsy we encourage an auction between the merchants.  Eventually we get a beachfront hut for 200 rupees/night (around $5).  It wasn't the Hilton but it did the job.  We slept 3 in a kingsize bed made from recycled pizza boxes. 

After dinner a group fellow rickshaw adventurers convince us that we haven't really lived until we've skinny dipped in the Indian Ocean.  2 minutes later we're doing front flips into the warm ocean water sans-clothing. 

Somehow we all get locked out of the room and I end up sleeping on a random hammock under a star filled sky.  

Cheers,
Cedric
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