Favorite thing The call of Goa never ceases to cast its charm. And the goan monsoons to me is an unmatched sense of its kind. Lush greenery and clean fields. White churches stand up to welcome you, to the land the Portuguese would have killed for. And the goans hold so very dear. The zest for life takes a different meaning in Goa.
Tourist traditions in Goa are now a ritual to be observed during every Goa trip. Renting of bikes, partying at Titos and the henna tattoos. So here we were in Goa on the threshold of a long weekend looking over the familiar land for the unexpected. As always.
Bikes were rented. Backpacks packed with few essentials. Baga Calangute road gave way to the bridge over Mandovi in no time. Off to old Goa on the lovely narrow ride lined with water on either side. A brief stopover at the Church of Bom Jesu and Se Cathedral, we decided to hit our destination. A secluded beach off Dona Paula!
The entrance is a small sleepy fishing village downhill from the main road amidst lush greenery. The only thatched roofed restaurant on the beach is open throughout the year. Alcohol and fish curry is the flavour of the day, all round the year. Coconut trees and a few fishing boats line the sand stretch. The only thing missing one would wish is a hammock and a book. Time flies and you wished the day was just a bit longer.
Back to Baga and you can feel the ‘action’ in the air. A small pub in the Baga fishing village hosts live band on Friday nights. Brittos as usual scents the air with the smell of baked crabs and grilled fish. Saturday nights you can barely walk the Baga road and the music spills over till the wee hours of the morning.
Then comes Sunday morning and the good old goan christians line the churches humming halleluiahs. The usual business starts just to end for the susegat of the afternoons. The weather, the sea, the greens, the fish and the endless list of things to do in Goa never goes out of fashion.
