Saturday 21st March 1992.

At last I have left North Goa. My ticket to Delhi is booked for tomorrow evening from Margao and the physical travelling is beginning again.

It’s lovely in Panajim. I don’t understand why all the rumours I’ve heard are so negative. It is Westernised, but quite Mediterranean in atmosphere. There is a huge festival here at 3pm and I have found this lovely ink pen and loads of yummy little arty bits that I have not been able to find anywhere else. Sketchbook, pens and charcoal! All set.

Goodbye to all my Goan friends. See you next year I hope.

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