Colva Beach, Goa, India – Woke up at 3:30 a.m. because my arms felt like they were being chewed up by bed bugs or scabies. It turned out to be neither, but that is certainly what it felt like. Could not get back to sleep, so when the sun started coming up, I wandered down to the beach to see the fishermen coming in with their catches. I got down there and there was a frenzy of activity. There were huge piles of prawns, fish, crabs, and what looked like crawdads all mixed together, and groups of Indian women were busily sorting each fish group into different baskets. I walked over to see how the prawns were when one of the boys held up a 6 to 7-inch king prawn and told me he sell it to me for 3 rupees or 9 cents each, amazing. Too bad, we had no means to cook them. We had not even seen a barbeque on this beach. It is too much like a tourist resort with tons of restaurants. We found out that there are no package tours with flights from Gatwick to Goa, specifically Colva. Again that accounts for the high prices for everything. At about 10 o’clock, I went and got Rich and Kate and the three of us walked about an hour down the beach back to this secluded spot I had written the day before. It was so peaceful. No fruit girls, no bed sheets for sale, no nothing. Bathed in the sun all day, napping, and watched the sunset before heading back. Due to our reservation for both of the dorm rooms we were staying at in the tourist complex, all eight of us were getting kicked out the next morning. So the lot of us went out to dinner together that evening. Had an amazing dinner of prawns and lively conversation wherein the Jeff, an AIDS counselor from New York City. After our rad dinner, we headed to Tequilas where I had my last beer before leaving. Colva is nice, but a little too touristy for my taste. So, leaving was not that hard.