Goa isn't India

Hello everyone! I have had quite the adventure with much, much more to come. I have been in Goa, India which is on the bay of Bengal in southern India for 6 days. I've spent most of those six days sitting around acclimating in one pair of clothes. My backpack didn't make it on the flight from Denver to Newark and I only received it yesterday. Now that I have my bag I realize that I've brought way to much stuff. Everyone told me that I wouldn't want to bring much, but really what they were saying was that here, you don't have to bring anything. Everything can be bought in India for almost nothing.
Goa is an international party scene, who would have thought, there are people from all over the world here to party with people from all over the world. I've mostly been relaxing because there is yoga at 8:00 AM every morning which I have been going to daily. Anjuna, which is in the province of Goa is actually known specifically for a certain party spot known as The Hilltop, I have yet to make it up there.
One thing that is absolutely hilarious is that i brought my high powered laser pointer to India thinking it would be all that. It turns out you can buy the exact same ones for a quarter of the price. At night you can see the beams slashing through the sky. Anjuna is full of tourists, there are more tourists than locals it seems. The combination of beach and party has brought people together, Obama should really come and check it out!
Today, I went to the Anjuna market, it is a very famous goods market that happens every Wednesday. Think Oregon Country Fair mixed with Indian subcontinent. It was crazy. In this one market I literally could probably have bought everything I have in my bag. They were selling fake North Face backpacks, Kashmiri shawls, drums, toys, jewelry, clothes, fake antiques among the multitude of colors and smells. I didn't buy a single thing. I have too much stuff already, so why buy something else, and besides, every tourist here has the same Om patterned shirt and Thai wrap-around pants. But don't worry, when i come back to the U.S. I will be sporting every bright color and wacky pattern that I can find here. I'll just buy it all in a few months.
India is really something else, nothing like anything I've ever experienced. I asked for an adventure, and that's what I got. I have had some interesting things happen to me so far. The one that really jumps into my mind is that I've been banned from a restaurant here, basically I ordered a dish with crab. The crab was so small, smaller than anything I've ever been given before. These crabs were seriously had almost no meat on them. So I asked if they could make me something else. There was a little discussion between me and the waiter and they said yes. I didn't even get to pick what they made, they just gave me pasta. So I ate the pasta and when the bill came both things were on the bill. I told the waiter and he got it the crab dish erased but didn't change the total. I was eating with three french guys who don't speak the greatest english, the bill's total didn't add up correctly at that point and they asked the waiter about it before I got a chance to explain what had happened. Before I knew it, this British ex-pat was getting in my face telling me that no one complained before about the food, and began to yell at me. I was trying to explain what had happened but he didn't have any of it. The situation ended with him telling me to fuck off and saying that I had to pay for both dishes. To say the least i was startled, so I just paid for the bill and left. Today I went into the same bar with a new Swiss friend to play chess and the same Ex-pat, I'm assuming he's the owner, got in both of our faces telling us we had to leave... So far I've made more people angry in one week than I have in over a year, and all in the name of adventure.