My second Goa trip turned out to be quite an experience. It was a peculiar mixture of high hopes, “on your face” reality, small instances of relaxation and a disappointing but relieved return.
I guess Goa is all about excesses. It’s so full of it that at the end of the third day you just want to run away from the very reasons you are here for. Today I hate lazing around, beer and that god-forsaken psychedelic trance. Oh!! And skimpy Russians too. The place got vacation written all over it. Forget the tourists even the locals are laid back and seem to be having the time of their life. It’s so easy to find a bike on rent even without a license but it’s just impossible to find a decent doc in the middle of the night. Now if that’s doesn’t make a place a vacation spot then I don’t know what would!
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Coming to the trip, it’s quite easy and depressing to summarize. We reach there Friday morning and started scouting for a shack where one of our friends got bitten by a dog twice. Needless to say we enjoyed that a lot! Afternoon was spent in one of the innumerable shacks where surprisingly the food is actually good and gulping down King’s, The sunset took us to Curlies which is an isolated shack playing psychedelic trance. The place was filled with the new age hippies mostly from Israel and Russia. I guess they were looking for spiritual upliftment in the Goan trance (The DJ seemed to be playing tracks from pirated CDs but then most were too high to care). A while later, I find my dog bitten friend hopping around with a sprained leg begging to be taken to a hospital. With that my vacation ended. After getting him checked out by a Doc in the middle of the night, my entire trip was like taking an elder to Tirupati. He always needed a shoulder to hold while limping around and sadly he couldn’t walk on the sand. Next two days found me wishing for a quick exit to the beautiful normalcy of my office.
The last morning before we left seemed to be pretty uplifting and the fact that I was finally leaving in the afternoon actually let me have a good time. Goa in the mornings seem to amazingly charming. Especially, the interior country-side which I never find anyone ever talking about. Riding through winding roads going up and down and seeing the Portuguese houses tucked in every corner what as relaxing as sitting by the sea.
But undoubtedly that trip was the saddest trips I had. What hurts more is that it was to Goa. A better trip is certainly on the cards. This trip certainly made me sit up (while waiting for the doc to wake up) and think up some must dos and don’ts about trips. More on that in a later post.
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