We headed down to breakfast (late again) to find that everything had been eaten. So I asked Ron if we could get some more food. The breakfast lady brought me a basket of eggs which she had been hiding especially for me, something she had done everyday we had been there. And when we managed to procure some bread she started telling me that I bring good fortune, bringing food to her and her family. And from then on, I was called “daughter” by her. 
The sun was hot today. Hotter than I have felt in a long time. So we took advantage of it and headed to the beach to sunbathe. 15 minutes of it and I was done. Without the ability to go into the sea to cool myself, it was unbearably hot but Sam enjoyed it for a while while I read my book in the shade. 
Sam had been having trouble with her neck and it had been causing her sleepless nights so while I went to grab some lunch she has a neck and head massage. 
We had spoken to Ron, the hostel manager, the day before about getting up to Panjim and he said that he would be driving up himself so he offered us a lift. Christof, a German guy we met, also took advantage of the free ride. So the four of us bundled into the tiny Tata. 

It was a nice ride through southern Goa with good company and good conversation and far more comfortable than the three buses we would have taken otherwise. We dropped Christof off in Margao and continued on to Panjim. 

Arriving in Panjim, our hostel was a quirky coffee shop with a nice reading corner. We were instead staying in a small building down the road in our own private room. It was nice and interesting as it was an original Portuguese building. But it was dingy and a little mouldy. I suppose that’s what you get with originality. We showered to get the sand off and headed out to grab a quick coffee before heading to dinner. 

Unfortunately arriving on a Sunday wasn’t ideal as most of the restaurants we had earmarked were closed. But we found a lovely bar restaurant with a rooftop terrace where we enjoyed a few beers and some food looking out over the river and the busy Panjim streets below. 

We headed back to the hostel where I quickly got to bed while Sam returned to the coffee shop to read her book. Exhaustion has been a common theme of this trip.