Goa Diaries

The trip this time around to Goa certainly did not disappoint. I do wish I could have spent at least a day more but my trip had to be cut short keeping in mind other commitments back home. The 4 days I was there were incredible though and had a hint of that very first dream trip we had made to Goa years back and still spoken of with legendary fondness. The first day I got there was spent at Palolem beach in the south of Goa at one of the beach houses we had rented. The beach is incredibly beautiful with white sand and the bluest water and far away from the riffraff that one finds in the north side of Goa. It was troublesome traveling that distance from where my bus had stopped at Mapuca but it was well worth the trip and I forgot my agonizing journey the second I landed on that beach. Most of that day was spent at Cocktails And Dreams, a shack on the beach close to where our place was. Smoked up and drank Beer and soaked in the beauty of that place. Met a little trouble maker that goes by the name of Urvi for a little while and then got back to the Beer which had my name on it.

That night we had dinner and then decided to party back at our place till the wee hours of the morning. Music on the Ipod hooked up to the speakers, Beer, the lovely friends and the faithful hashish and I would not want to be anywhere else in the world at that moment. We hit the bed at 4 in the morning and had decided to get up at 7 to take a boat and visit the nearby islands and to see the dolphins. Punctually and much to my surprise we managed to get up and make our way across to the boat where we set sail on our trip to the honeymoon island and the butterfly island. The bonus was we actually did get to see Dolphins and got a whole bunch of videos and photos of the scene. The minus point being me and Ceanne got sea sick and and were really intent on getting back home since the boat trip had gone on for 2 and a half hours. I crashed in the room for about two hours after we landed on terra firma and then me and Gabby made our way back to Cocktails And Dreams for some much needed Brunch and Beer along with the Hash which is like our staple diet when in Goa. That evening we decided to get a move on to Ceanne's house because the guys had to collect their bags and I needed to get to the north of Goa to keep an appointment with a certain someone. Unfortunately I couldn't get in touch with her until a minute after the guys decide to put their clothes in the machine for washing. Fuckers.

The next morning we wake up later than mid-day much to my chagrin because I had decided to meet Sienna before she left back for Bombay. Again that wasn't to be since some of the guys decided to travel to Margao to check how much it would cost them to put their bikes in the train back to Bombay for they had ridden the bikes down to Goa and didn't wish to ride back. Which meant my going down to the north would be postponed for a couple of hours at least which led up to some anxious moments wondering whether I would make it in time to meet the Coopster before she caught her bus. It so happened that Neil and I decided to ride it down to the north ahead of the rest of the guys but we didn't manage to make it in time. Some other time Chino.

We parked our bags at Neil's place in Shiolim and were off to Candolim where a few friends were staying. The rest of the gang joined us soon enough and we were busy smoking up and drinking. I realised that Neil's place was the inside of Hell disguised as a house. It really was that hot. Only managed to get some sleep that night after another session at the balcony with the usual intoxicants.

The day after we had decided to go do some water sports which meant that I couldn't very well do much of anything because of my bad leg. So my friends went ahead and hit the banana boat first and soon after did the Parasailing, which I was glad I didn't go for since some fellows on the boat along with our friends had their parachute cord snap and drifted down to the sea. I got to ride a jet ski though which was good enough for me, what with the right leg not being what it used to

The last morning of my stay there wasn't exactly filled with action and substance. We were at Infantaria for breakfast after which Gabby and I were left back since he had ordered for something that was taking way too much time in the kitchen. The rest of the guys had decided to move off to Arambol beach and we were to join them. But we managed to not find the entrance to the beach and so decided to go back to Neil's place and await the return of the rest, which I assumed would be before 6 p.m since our bus in Mapuca was at 7. Kimberly returned with Jarvis at around 6.10 p.m which was cutting it really close since that barely left us enough time to get to our destination. And once we move out Berly forgets her MP3 player and so we have to return back to the house and the clock has already chimed 6.30 p.m. We did however manage to get in time to Mapuca and the bus stand where I searched in vain for a store which would sell me a book and a pen but it wasn't meant to be. I wanted to get a little writing done on the bus because the travel time was 12 hours through the night. We decided to buy a strip of Avomine which promptly knocked Berly and I for the rest of the night till we reached Bombay. Never felt so rested in my life and couldn't have been happier to get back home and on my computer and Facebook which I missed so much.

I still wish I could have spent another day in Goa and have already been planning the next trip which would be sometime in the coming 6 months. Cross your fingers and hope it becomes a reality.