Fading Goan memories

It has been quite a while since I have blogged... I am yet to complete the great Goan trip and I am all set to go on another trip to another place. Sigh.

I wish I had taken some time to cronicle the entire Goan trip. Since I am hard pressed for time (or is it too lazy to write) I'll substitute snaps instead.

This is what we did on day 2 in Goa...

We woke up rather early, actually nine-ish. The toilets were scary, We could hear the other going-ons of the neighbouring room's toilets from our toilets and they could hear my farts!!! Poor them.


Our room at Conria


Joe's Santro that we "hired"

Then we set off for Fort Aguda. It means "watering hole" or some such sort in Portugese. The fort overlooks the mouth of the Mandovi river and the Arabian sea. It is a good place for uncles and aunties and their assortment of chokras and chokries to visit.


The mouth of the Mandovi

P was complaining that he hadn't seen old Goa in all his visits. V had never been to Goa and so we set off (after a quick vada pav and the huawei snap) to old Goa to see a made at the St. Francis Basillica. A place only for the devout and artistically inclined. The blue skies made it a perfect time to photograph!


Old Goa

Old Goa is a charming place. Narrow, winding, well maintained roads. Beautiful homes. Lush green patches all over and the Mandovi river cutting across. Sigh. I wish I could live here for ever!

Dona Paula. It is again at the mouth of the Mandovi, the other side off Fort Aguda. It is again a place for all the uncles, aunties and babalog. V took a great snap though!

Miramar Beach. In the heart of Panjim this beach is really really deep. But too many people and too many A, U and B's. Sigh.

Vasco. Like any other Indian city. No trace of Goa. Nothing much to see there either. We did go to the railway station to find out train timings from Canacona.

Food and a forgetable boat ride later we decided to hit Tito's :-) Finally some action. I got stuck in a major traffic jam at 2300 at Baga :-( at Baga!!! It was that crowded. Tito's was swarming with single guys. Plus the music was bad. Regge. It was im-f***ing-possible to enjoy! So back we came to Conria and the remaining bottle of Mamms.

The next day we got up real early and did the ablutions and heard a lot of noise in the adjacent bathrooms and a lot of fart action too!!!
Checked out of Conria. 300 Rs per day, by the beach, during the season.

We returned the car to Joe with just enough fuel to run a few kms :-)
Had breakfast and caught the bus to Canacona. It was a four hour journey. We dumped our luggage at a PCO booth in the Canacona railway station (no terrorist problems here!) and caught an auto to Palolem!!

Palolem! It made the trip to Goa. It was the high point of the entire trip. Clean, empty beaches, crystal clear water and great food! We could do anything here that we wished, but we had only 2 1/2 hours :-(


Palolem!!!

Palolem was a wierd experience. There was this totally hot babe sitting at the table across ours (at the cafe) and she was giving daggers to P and self with a smirk on her face! Man, that was totally wierd! Never felt that uncomfortable before. She was having food with her male companion and she was Indian and she was totally hooaattt...

Finally our trip to Goa was comming to an end and we enter the next phase of our journey to Manipal and Mangalore. That leg is something I need to blog, but not here :-)


Canacona railway station... P and I can be seen as a speck


The setting sun from a moving train on the Konkan Railway


A Manipal sunset


V, P and I at Chapora. This picture was shot with my advanced skills of camera placement and agile limbwork.

Another day. Another trip. Another set of experiences. Life moves on. Sigh. I wish I could freeze the clock!!!

Fading Goan memories