A trip to goa on paper before a shift delete from the mind.

A few joint holidays a couple of friends joining at destination and we headed to goa. My better half had never seen it in life and I have millions of pictures of it. A native to goa my palette is goan too except fish eating…dunno why coming from family of cats…that is those people who eat any kind of fish…hehe…with taste ofcourse…I have often been amazed the way my dad (or dada as I call him) ate deftly the nastiest of fishes one with most thorns and most tasty it seems and cleaned the plate and the fish carcass like it was never used…a characteristic which I picked up and for which at times I was mocked J jokes apart…
So we went to goa. The moment we were out of train my better (?) half started clicking like some mindless Japanese J empty stomach and need to be at destination ASAP I was starting to loose my fickle temper J. Now to give him real taste we went to mhapsa/ mapuca (as Portuguese would call) by bus J a rickety feeling but definitely at home. And later after a reasonable fare of rickshaw we reached calangut beach where our common friend greeted us with a broad simplest smile. After exchanging pleasantries with him and his wife…we freshened up…and went for some water sports…I didn’t know that the beach was so close to where we stayed it was definitely a blessing J the beach was full of shacks, places where you could just chill with a bottle of kingfisher under cool shade. So we sat on beach and our fiend a water sport enthusiast decided to go for such sports. His wife and I were skeptical but in the end he won. We had a water scooter ride (strictly avoidable and just too short), a dolphin seeing ride where we saw almost inexistent dolphins that is only their tail and a lovely bumper ride…the one in which the float in which you sat was pull in a high speed by a motor boat…it pulls the float in all directions and as float moves your heart misses beats …this ride actually took my breath away…and of course my heart away too. Truly fantastic. Now the guys wanted to have something cool…you read it right. We headed to the shack and guys had some of that kingfisher…while we filled our stomachs with sizzlers. later we went to bathe in water and my better (?) half got him self drowned in sand by us…all this activity made us real exhausted and we slept like logs not awakened even by sounds of our friend’s friend approaching to join us on our remaining trip. We got up when even evening left us…still drowsy and all five of us headed for a lovely dinner at a marvelous place called “Brittos” I never expected the rotis which is typical north Indian stuff would be made so well here that even after being cold could be eaten and not masticated J. After this we headed so see some of the night life. Culture shocks awaited for us and for some one who doesnot enjoy much of the nightlife…it was OK…we came back and just slept.
The next day morning went in just convincing the other folks to visit the sea…both the ladies then decided that for the remaining days we will go on our own. We got ready and our friend hired a nice car from a friend of his. We started off by going to book tickets for the cruise and then went to one of temples ( mageshi) where we had our lunch/ evening snacks like missal pav (simply scrumptious on long empty stomachs) and nariyal pani and some chips. We then visited an old church (St. Xavier’s church) where we saw lovely gothic carvings and ofcourse a mummified saint on whose name the churche was built. This church was in panji /panjim and truly a delight for architects and structural engineers. Time for the cruiz was yet to come so we headed of to one of the hills…courtesy to our real adventurous friend…where we got lovely glimpse of sea sea and sea. We pick nicked on chips one packet between five of us…and after sun baked us we headed downwards. We went to a small reconstructed temple and after a change of clothes headed to not that famous Miramar beach where we had sev puri, dahi puri and bhel (not that good) and later cotton candy seeing the sun set. We then went to have some tea and later gujrati thali…and off we went to the cruise. The experience was good…moving with a boat on Mandovi River but the entertainment seriously needed a makeover J exhausted to the gills we went to our room while our friends had their boys night out.
The next day my friend and I stealthily left the room to have a look at wonderful and peaceful beach early in the morning. Our better halves gave us a scare when after some time they joined us with a bang. We came back and after breakfasting a bit headed to Chapora or dil chahta hai fort…a lovely fort where all the three sides overlooked the sea. We saw a small hillock and decided to go the end…Now below the hillock was anjuna beach and my dearest beer sloshed friends wanted to get down by climbing the hillock. My heart skipped a beat and another and another and slowly we got down…yikes but truly a unique and good experience. We went to one of these shacks where we raided the piping hot rice, fresh chapattis, some vegetable and fried fish. Stuffed like toys we relaxed. Now we had parked the car near the fort and we had got down from some weird adventurous end. And so we walked and walked and walked to our car, but even this was a lovely experience with lush dense greenery at both the ends of narrow roads…we headed to one of sidish pubs then…built on hilltop in open space the music was good and psychedelic in nature. After spending some time with mosquitoes we headed back. We had our last dinner at brittos and a scoop at Baskin robins and headed home. The night in goa thus passed. The next day took us much earlier on the beach but manager’s call on the cell brought me out of idyllic bliss. We breakfasted on parathas, club s/w and chais after which we completed remaining sports then, banana ride (nasty…especially when you don’t know swimming), and the bumper ride but the cherry on the cake was paragliding which I did with my better half (?)…and to quote in his words absolutely mind-blowing.
Exhausted and in hurry to catch the afternoon train we headed to the room getting ready soon. At the station we had lunch of samosas and chips with some chai again, and we got into the train to get back to the reality leaving back our hearts and carefree life of whatever we spent in Goa.