GOA - AUGUST 2007
Calangute beach, 5:30pm: Nothing’s changed here. As you walk down towards the beach, random strangers call you from behind empty bar tables. And you just say Hi to the friendly locals and smile. It’s so chilled out over here. No pretensions, because like you - everyone is in a holiday mood. So, service is slow wherever you go, but who cares. Goa is there to lounge and let lounge, to drink and let drink, to be and let be…
It’s much better here in the rainy season, though tides can get high…. But it’s a different high altogether to zip around in the rain and catch Goa’s lush green landscape, mountains and its coastline - at their best in the monsoon weather.
Coming back to Goa, two years after I came here last, was not just a drunken state of happiness, but it truly felt like the Bob Marley song, “I know a place, where we can carry on.”
Calangute beach, 5:30pm: Nothing’s changed here. As you walk down towards the beach, random strangers call you from behind empty bar tables. And you just say Hi to the friendly locals and smile. It’s so chilled out over here. No pretensions, because like you - everyone is in a holiday mood. So, service is slow wherever you go, but who cares. Goa is there to lounge and let lounge, to drink and let drink, to be and let be…
It’s much better here in the rainy season, though tides can get high…. But it’s a different high altogether to zip around in the rain and catch Goa’s lush green landscape, mountains and its coastline - at their best in the monsoon weather.
Coming back to Goa, two years after I came here last, was not just a drunken state of happiness, but it truly felt like the Bob Marley song, “I know a place, where we can carry on.”
[Photo Credit: Urvashi Sibal]
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