Lost Paradise . Review on Palolem Beach

Unforgettable days in paradise...

Goa...aaah if there was only a word to describe it, Palolem beach in paticular...well if it helps they name her the lost paradise. Found now!

Is it sinful to have this much fun? Socialising, sun, beach, indulgence of the taste buds...mmm I can sense the taste of sweet papaya juice on my tongue right now! NAH! I guess there’s no such thing as too much fun! I mean I deserved it, they were my last precious months in India: a working holiday! Working because India is exhausting to anyone who even goes there for a holiday! You need a holiday from your holiday. Trust me you have to go there to understand what the true essence of what exhausting is; firstly it's a third world country (sorry! "Developing" nation...politically correct I assume, just like the African American!) And besides I have an impatient mind-set for convenience, so the thought of delay of time and sheer laziness infuriated me.

Though, contrary to anything that reflects this nation, Palolem seemed to represent India poorly with only a few souvenir shops and with the only Indian being a labourer! It is densely populated (India with few people?!?!?) and has a chillaxing ambience about it.

Iám sitting here writing and contemplating how to describe this paradise; the waiter comes and disturbs my string of thought: "Here is your tea madam"

"Thankyou" I reply

"No problem, where are you from?

One question and you get a chapter of someone's life sitting in your lap! Me and Ajay get chatting for a few good miniutes on his childhood and his ambition to get out of this "bar" life, fascinating facts come flowing...Poor kid! He’s had a hard life. Only 17, has worked in the bar for a good few years to earn his family a sufficient living, his dream: to go to school and study business in college. I empathize and wallow in his pity for a few moments.

"Ajay" the manager calls impatiently.

The chapter closes as quickly as it opened, none the less never forgotten.

I take a deep breath; listening and admiring the crashing waves making their first break with the sunrise. I absorb the moment, vowing to never forget this implausible moment in time. Ah the pleasures of doing nothing!!

Perhaps in the future I’ll have enough words to satisfy the worth of Palolem…but for now let me reminisce about those days!