Goa bliss

In this sleepy little village in south Goa, Agonda, I've found an Internet connection. I shouldn't really be surprised: I'm in a country of, in parts, world-beating IT wizardry. And in a world where you can get a connection and a mobile signal pretty much anywhere. But I'm still surprised. And ever so slightly disappointed....
We - an English friend I've made out here and am travelling with for a while - arrived here yesterday late afternoon. We are very, very happy. It is the sort of beach I didn't believe still existed in Goa: quiet, peaceful, beautiful, and with a handful of charming little beach huts, fairy-lit at night. The beach is at least one kilometre long, with wooded headlands at either end, and I counted a dozen people at its busiest today.
You can hear the sea in bed (it's a small bed - Angela fell out of it in her sleep last night). We walked along the beach last night, clutching torches we didn't need as the moon was so bright, and stumbled on a restaurant with great food, decent music and yet more fairly lights. After quite a busy couple of weeks travelling from Pondicherry to Chennai to Mysore and to Hampi, with a few long-distance bus and train journeys, we are so glad to throw off our bags, long clothes and Lonely Planets and throw on our bikinis..
One more note. World news hasn't escaped these parts, of course (Mum texted me at 5am UK time to tell me the fabulous news about Barack Obama). The following day, Angela spotted Obama's photograph on the front of a Hindi newspaper. The following exchange took place:
A, pointing to paper: 'Great news?! Barack Obama win, are Indians excited?'
Man: He is not Indian.
A: No, but good news, are Indian people happy about it?
Man: He is American, not Indian.
A: Yes, he won the election in America. People must be very happy?
Man: He win election in America, not India.
Continue, ad nauseum......