Rescue 108

Was it a potential pest situation? Leftover residue from the passing monsoon? Mosquito bites? We may never know if we were truly alone in the rooms of the quiet, laid back Bean Me Up, but on night # 3 of our Goan Holiday, we decided we didn't really want to find out. The evening started out with an enjoyable dinner at the Mango Tree: groovy music,a lazy atmosphere, awesome food, and a bottle of Indian wine. The thoughts of our itchy bites far from mind... Until we arrived back to our beds. It was near midnight, and our detective skills (Marcella as prime inspector) basis ripping through sheets and pillows. It was time to go! With no way of contacting the owner, M&T ran for the streets, seeking out one of the MANY taxis that passed. But when you want one? None in sight. These two girls in sundresses caught the attention of a local/foreign vacationer, who insisted she help them. A quick call to our next hotel had the fire started for our great escape. We packed in a flash and headed to the gate, where our knights in a small black car rushed to our rescue. 1 man, 2 man, 3 man---our convoy led up to Bean Me Up. The owner drove us, fresh from sleep and still in his drawers. The princesses were brought to the Ginger Castle

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