One particular night which commenced with my current Goa crew (I use this term very loosely) Daniel (English), Joshy (English) and Dan (Ozzie) and so plenty of Old Monk rum and Rumanoth vodka were on the table along with the classic game of Ring of Fire. For the past 4 nights we had started each night the same way including anyone we could find.

Because the elections in Goa were on, there was a week of dry days (where nowhere would sell any alcohol). Luckily I had a beautiful stash of Old Monk stored in my room and the guys had plenty of vodka to last us through.

This particular night we went out to our favourite place, Elephant Art Café. The guys who owned and worked there were the nicest people I have met. They would always give me a discount, greet me politely and wave whenever we drove or walked past each other. Many times when I stupidly didn’t have enough money to pay him he would just shout across ‘Hey, no worry. Pay me tomorrow. Or day after. Pay next week if you want. You’re good person.’

It’s this that made me wish I was a better person. I felt as though I was nothing compared to this kind, honest and trusting guy. He’s definitely one I am to miss dearly.

But back to my alcoholic story….

This night I had had so much to drink that when we were all sat on the cushions which surrounded the table of a group of 10 or so, I sporadically got on my hands and knees and crawled across the table to one of the original guys and fell asleep curled up like a kitten.

Of course in the morning I had to be told of such a fact which brought back those horrific flashbacks of idiocy from the night before.

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