Beware Cashew Fenni

The other night, a Mancunian lad called Chris introduced Amy and I to something called 'Cashew Fenni', a clear home-brewed drink alcoholic that smells of petrol and has the taste of a concentrated headache mixed with paint stripper.
Two shots was all it took for the three of us to be 'wobbly' as Chris puts it. And just then, dear reader, when you think that the night's drunken haze is the sting in the drink's tail, a few hours later, when you wake up with a dry mouth that feels like sandpaper, you realise the full extent of the hangover that the drink has inflicted upon you. Amy and I spent the whole of the next day in bed. Criminal, when you consider the blue sky and the beach just metres away... Beware Cashew Fenni.

Cheap like Primark

Hello! I see that you've been keeping an eye on the blog. Yippee! We've been blogging from our mobiles, but now we're both escaping the mid day heat in an internet cafe (we've been in Goa for less than 24 hours and our skin has gone from what one person described as 'like chicken' to a more lobster-y red).

Finally escaped Mumbai. We only stayed there for one night because the place is just too much... It's a great place if you love traffic jams, armies of people trying to sell you things, the smell of urine and dangerous driving (our taxi driver to the trainstation came to a screeching halt to avoid crashing into a cow that had wondered into the road. If I had been wittier at that moment, I would have shouted 'Holy Cow!' in a Batman-from-the-60s sort of way).

Anyway. We're on Anjuna beach in Goa where it's much, much better. All the holiday cliches are here. Sun, sea and sand - check. Palm trees - check. Vendors on the beach trying to sell you jewellery, rub-on tattoos, fruit, massages, sarongs etc... - double check.

Inevitably, the vendors try to strike up a conversation with you which starts with 'Where you from?'. When you tell them you're from London, you get all sorts of London-centric catchphrases thrown back at you, 'Alright mate!', 'Have a butchers at my shop', 'It's cheap cheap like Primark' (when I was here last time, it was catchphrases from Ali G). I want to leave my mark here - so for any of you reading, can you suggest any comtemporary catchphrases I can teach a vendor on the beach today? Please leave a comment on the blog for anything that springs to mind. Remember - our mums are reading this blog - so refrain from leaving naughty comments (Gareth & especially you Mike!).

Anyway - this place is pretty much paradise. I'll spare you the gushing details but if there's anything you'd like to know specifically, please leave a comment on the blog. Oh Tommy! thanks for the recommendation - we'll certainly check that out.