On the 26th Yuki (my Indonesian friend working in Mumbai) had left for her new years holiday. We had been staying with the other people from her organization and had decided to join her and 40 other people working for the same youth work organization in Goa south India for 5 days around New years. About half the group had gone on the 26th and the other half was going with us on the 28th on the famous Paulo night bus. We left Sagar city and walked through the slums kids with torn cloths leaning on massive goats watched or even waved. We found rickshaws and rushed to the agreed point of departure so we would be on time. We arrived with 5 minutes to spare. Mr Tie was in charge. He had this nickname from us as we had met him only at the Christmas party on the first night and since there where 20 something other names to remember from that party alone he had received that name on account of him being the only one wearing a tie to the party. One hour lator the bus hadn’t arrived. Mr Tie had begun to stress, a lit cigarette hung by his side as he stood on high items such as stairs and low fences as if the extra 30cm of height would give him the magical will power to make the bus here now. Suddenly he decided we where in the wrong place. One hour after the bus was supposed to leave is a good time to decide we are in the wrong place. Everyone get into ricks we are going to blah blah blah (insert some place name I cant remember) he called over ricks and started packing people in. “Don’t go in this one” he said, apparently Rick X was being naughty and wanted more than the correct fare. He got everyone into a rick and sent us off. He got onto his silver motorbike and off he went. We arrived at place blah blah blah. Robert was missing. Mr Tie had said Robert could come with him on the motorbike but had forgotten him. Not only had he forgotten him but Mr Tie had Roberts Mobile phone. The Tie master was stressing again, another unsmoked cigarette was hanging from his fingers. At about 2 hours late Robert arrived by Rick, an amazing feat since he didn’t even know where the bus stand was. Some things such as this and Area 69 will always remain a mystery. At 3 hours late the bus arrived, Mr Ties cigarette was dropped onto the ground, he got everyone on the bus then said goodbye, he didn’t get to Goa until a few days later. The Paulo night bus was amusement plus. It was a sleeper bus meaning it was just full of short beds. Two people to a bed. Clay and I where far too tall. All 20 of us had the back half of the bus and where causing a riot. I had my guitar out making up songs, laughing joking everything was fun and funny. It was fortunate everyone had a sense of humor as the bus trip was 15 hours. Clay and I shared a bed but it was ridicules. When they stopped for dinner about 2 hours later we needed to change something. We swapped with relatively short girls and the difference was notable. We actually got a good nights sleep as we could take up the space they didn’t need. After a very funny nite without enough sleep we arrived around mid day on the 29th.