Monkeys want bananas

I arrived in Goa 3 days ago and instantly got sick. I had a fever, was freezing although it´s crazy hot outside, slept for 20 hrs a day and havent eaten in 4 days either. Maybe I´m biting off more than I can chew and ask to much of my body sometimes, since it´s giving me such clear signs to slow down all the time.

My whole body felt so sore because all I did for the past 3 days ( and actually the whole flight from BKK to goa with an over night stay at the airport) was sleeping in very uncomfortable sleeping poses or hard matraces. I´m used to move and practice, so now I feel like I need someone to literally pull my limbs out of my body. Today was the first day I could actually walk without my legs feeling like weak spagettis so I went for a walk and found an ayruvedic massage place. OH wow that was exactly what I needed. I am a very bodily person and I´m a true believer, that our body gets depressed when It gets not enough physical attention. So go on lovelies, at least give each other a big hug. :)

Crazy Goa! Noise, dirt, noise, colours, noise. I knew India would be a challenge since it´s my first time here and I´m completely open for radical experiences. There is one thing though I can´t handle- the indian men and their way of treating women. They are watching me like a piece of meat and not even make a secret out of it. Blowing horns, bawling, staring at me like I´m an ufo that just landed on their planet. At first I turned into a defiant streak and strolled down the streets, making direct eye contact to every person that came my way and stared at me since I assumed, my confidence would scare them away. Well. It didn´t. Covering up my body in saris from head to toe and looking submissevely on the ground to avoid any interpersonal connection is not a solution either, because it´s not in my nature to do so. I hope I will figure out how to deal with this rather soon, because it makes me feel very uncomfortable, even eye-raped at some point. I totally understand that this is not a beachy place somewhere in Thailand where people walk around in their bikinis all day long. But I won´t make an effort to hide my feminity just to feel „safe“ and a little more invisible to those men either. Actually they remind me of a monkey chasing a banana. I don´t want to be your banana though, dear indian man. I will never be a banana, and especially not yours!