There's a knocking on the door that wakes us. We look at each other both willing one another to answer the door. I get up. There's more knocking. I open the door and James is standing there. James has received a call from Chandra. Goa airport has suspended afternoon flights due to maintenance and James’ 10pm might not be going ahead so he should get to the airport ASAP. His taxi is leaving at 9:30am, it's 9:10am so he's leaving in 20 minutes. We say goodbye. Beth and I try to go back to sleep but can't and decide to head out for breakfast. Beth and I agree that we should feel guilty for feeling this way but, for the first time in 37 days we are happy to be without JohnMiller. I think with such a small group in the South it made our time with him much more concentrated. Breakfast just finished, JohnMiller arrives. He mentions that his flight the following day might be delayed due to the airport maintenance. I ask if he's checked the airport website. He hasn't. I ask if he's checked the airline website. He hasn't. I ask what he has done. He says he wants breakfast first and orders the usual; chocolate cake and chocolate ice cream. We tell them that the restaurant has free wifi and to use it quickly so he actually knows what’s going on, and we go to the supermarket. After the supermarket we walk back along toward the restaurant, an hour later, and JohnMiller is sat there. We walk back to the hotel, get our stuff for the beach and head back to our two ladies on the beach. We hand over the 100 rupees for our sun beds and order beers. They try to sell us the same bits and pieces from yesterday but this time I buy two anklets. One for me and one for Beth. The lady puts them on our ankles for us and I don't see mine coming off any time soon unless I cut or break it off. After being sat on the beach for the entire afternoon JohnMiller stands up off the sun lounger where he has been lying all day!! He was so small that we hadn't even noticed him! He walks by heading off to the hotel.
A couple of hours later, suitability sun kissed and covered in sand from our naps on the windy beach, we go back to the hotel to shower and have our last dinner. I've spent 38 days with Beth Swanerton. Who I now call Betty Sway-ner-ton. Or Betho with the dodgiest Australian accent I can do. Both of which she hates, but always laughs at. After sharing a romantic enormous ice cream sundae, we head back to the hotel to sleep.
Candolim is the least ‘Indian’ place I've been so far. There are western style restaurants and bars. Stalls selling bikinis, towels, dresses, tshirts, flip flops and usual bric-a-brac. I don't think I could recommend it as a lone destination, perhaps as part of tour of India like mine. It was, however, a perfect place to end the tour after being on the go for five weeks.