India

I suppose that means it is alright to smoke it somewhere else around the pool, but keep it away from the young 'uns. Because Goa is, of course, one of the last bastions of the old hippie club, members of which we did see all over the place.

They were not the only beach denizens we ran into. Cows were everywhere (as were garbage pickers). We even found a reminder of our Belgrade days with a pectopah right around the corner from our hotel.

There were plenty of stands loaded down with baubles as we made our way through, and we weren't hassled at all. This pattern was not to be repeated the rest of our trip, as we became very familiar with the phrase, "You come look my shop." 

The hard sell for all these soft objects was very much in evidence - they learned our names and would call out to us each day as we walked through. 

We managed to restrain ourselves, mostly, as we figured there were enough other tourists there to give them a pretty good living!