After a tiring and restless bus 15 hour ride, I landed in Goa in the early morning. Took a pilot (bike taxi unique to Goa) to Dona Paula, where synapse has a great bungalow called Monte Carlo.
Its supposedly an old portuguese house which they have slightly modified and revamped. And I absolutely liked its architecture. Infact buildings in Goa have a lot of portuguese influence, even new ones which even an untrained eyes like mine noticed. More on that later.
I went for a stroll in the evening. Saw the Dauna paula Jetty. There were water scooter shaped motor boats, complete with a handlebar. But tourists in there picnicking frenze hardly noticed that the handles were there only for show. It was totally controlled by the boatman riding pillion. But that hardly mattered as people would twist the handlebars at bends and getting an adrenaline rush anyway.
Then i took a bus to Miramar beach. Miramar was just ok, nothing worth mentioning. Roamed around, and ended the day with squid garlic fry and goan chilli chicken. Both were awesome.
On sunday I left for Calangute beach at abt 10 am. Calangute is the beach of the commons. I saw ordinary folks with holes in their undies, along with there families taking a dip. It was really nice seeing people from all categories sharing the same surf. I do think there is something unique about goan peple. maybe they have been influenced by decades of easygoing hippies. but all of them seemed so happy. With there brightly colored houses. It will be a nice place to settle in after i retire.
At one end of calangute beach is a hillock. I came to know that if I walked around the hill I would reach anjuna beach. So i did a small trek. Atop that hillock was a small christian shrine. Also a family (adventurous dad, proud mom, and two pretty chicks in red hot pants) was preparing for parasailing. I got down and was so thirsty that I entered the first beach shack i came upon. Now these people know how to create an ambience. Nice goan trance music, chataieees, wooden benches. …OH baby…I spent about 3 hours there just relaxing.
At 3:30 caught a bus, rushed to panjim. missed the ferry by a min. waited for the ferry to return. took a bus to dona paula. reached at 6 pm. came to know that my bus for mumbai was to leave at 6 pm. One of the bungalow staff, Rajesh took his kinetic honda and at a speed of 50kmph, with the kinee groaning we reached panjim bus stand at 6:30pm. And guess what i again got the last seat of the bus and that too the middle one.
PS. i missed to mention this – -” the hotter chick and the adventurous dad did a double decker landing coming from above my shack, surprising me in the process. then both the chicks proceeded to undress to their hot two piece bikinis. After some frolicking around in the waves, the whole family proceeded to eat a whole lot of seafood. “