For now, the character list of our Indian adventure is expanding: Ravi joins us. He lives in Delhi, and he is here on business, working on a building hotel. He shows some pictures of it on his phone. Many Indian people from big cities are in the clubs; they all have a western perspective—what a strange world. I would prefer to go to a place where we can listen to local music, but I have no luck. After some deliberation, we squeeze ourselves into the car; of course, I am trying to get in from the wrong side. I can’t get used to it.
After a short drive, we arrive at Goa’s club heaven: Club Cubana.
We had to leave the car down at the bottom of a hill, and from there, we are going by a party bus.
We are standing and hanging on to the vehicle while it is climbing up with beating music. We wo
