Go-aaah
It's true when they say that Goa is like a refrigerator. Everyone goes there to chill. I won't even begin to try and take credit for this one. I just read it somewhere. Besides, Ranjith already tried to take credit for that one and failed. But looking back at the entire trip, it was so true....
Our Goa trip was a chilled out adventure. And no, that is not a paradox. Because you see, we went on an adventure, exploring the place, exploring ourselves and exploring the others on the trip with us.
Our adventure started with the bus trip to Goa itself. Our "bus" came an hour late...and we were crammed into it like tuna. Only it wasn't our bus....but just a mini bus to take us to the real bus. We finally took off for Goa 2 hours after the scheduled time. And as we tossed and turned our way, Goa was there before we knew it.
We got off and went off to look for a place to stay. We finally zeroed in on a place to stay and before the other could react, my room-mates and I captured the biggest room possible. We leisurely got ready (it's Goa-no one hurries over there) and we walked over to the beach.
The minute my feet touched the sand, I felt like I was in heaven. Of course that feeling changed when the boys ran towards the ocean, realised that they had their phones and other valuables that they couldn't afford to get wet, looked at me, my bag, at me, my bag and smiled. As soon as their valuables were safe, they ran off like chimpanzees who had been freed from the zoo after years, towards the water. They drenched themselves, they drenched each other and drenched everyone around me. They loved challenging the waves. Sometimes they won and their head stayed over it. Sometimes they lost, and the wave laughed at they went under. And being boy they soon got bored of behaving themselves and started throwing people (yes you read that right) into the waves-including me. (My poor straightened hair was back to being wavy again:-( )
And while we could have stayed there forever, our stomachs grumbled. We trotted about ten footsteps from the ocean to one of the famous Goa shacks and plonked our very wet, sandy and hungry selves onto their chairs. We drank and we ate...and became too lazy to move. However this devil in disguise tempted a few of us with the promise of para sailing. From the sea. From the middle of the sea.
So some of us waddled (our bellies filled with food and drinks) to the boat that would take us into the middle of the sea to para-sail. The boat ride was an adventure in itself at the waves hit us almost as soon as we took off. The para-sailing was the best experience of my life till date. We were high up in the air, and we could sea the endless blue sea and the sandy beaches. It made us never want to come down. But the devil in disguise pulled us down too quickly and dropped us back at the shore.
We made our way back to the rooms, and freshened up to eat and drink again. We got onto 6 little scooties and made our way to *drum roll* Baga beach. We walked half the beach to sit at this beautiful looking shack, only to have horrible food. We moved to the other end of the beach to one of my favourite shacks-St Antonys. We had free entertainment there, drunk people singing songs on the karaoke night.
Since what happens in Goa, stays in Goa, I can't explain the circumstances in which one of us danced around while people sang, another laughed his way through Summer of 69-on the microphone, another sang I'm a barbie girl to our group to get his phone back. How do I even explain how we danced when they played amazing music, how we laughed when our friend "sang" and how to all threaded our way back through all the sand onto our scooties and back to our rooms.
We all slept peacefully. Or so we would want you to think. :-)
Our Goa trip was a chilled out adventure. And no, that is not a paradox. Because you see, we went on an adventure, exploring the place, exploring ourselves and exploring the others on the trip with us.
Our adventure started with the bus trip to Goa itself. Our "bus" came an hour late...and we were crammed into it like tuna. Only it wasn't our bus....but just a mini bus to take us to the real bus. We finally took off for Goa 2 hours after the scheduled time. And as we tossed and turned our way, Goa was there before we knew it.
We got off and went off to look for a place to stay. We finally zeroed in on a place to stay and before the other could react, my room-mates and I captured the biggest room possible. We leisurely got ready (it's Goa-no one hurries over there) and we walked over to the beach.
The minute my feet touched the sand, I felt like I was in heaven. Of course that feeling changed when the boys ran towards the ocean, realised that they had their phones and other valuables that they couldn't afford to get wet, looked at me, my bag, at me, my bag and smiled. As soon as their valuables were safe, they ran off like chimpanzees who had been freed from the zoo after years, towards the water. They drenched themselves, they drenched each other and drenched everyone around me. They loved challenging the waves. Sometimes they won and their head stayed over it. Sometimes they lost, and the wave laughed at they went under. And being boy they soon got bored of behaving themselves and started throwing people (yes you read that right) into the waves-including me. (My poor straightened hair was back to being wavy again:-( )
And while we could have stayed there forever, our stomachs grumbled. We trotted about ten footsteps from the ocean to one of the famous Goa shacks and plonked our very wet, sandy and hungry selves onto their chairs. We drank and we ate...and became too lazy to move. However this devil in disguise tempted a few of us with the promise of para sailing. From the sea. From the middle of the sea.
So some of us waddled (our bellies filled with food and drinks) to the boat that would take us into the middle of the sea to para-sail. The boat ride was an adventure in itself at the waves hit us almost as soon as we took off. The para-sailing was the best experience of my life till date. We were high up in the air, and we could sea the endless blue sea and the sandy beaches. It made us never want to come down. But the devil in disguise pulled us down too quickly and dropped us back at the shore.
We made our way back to the rooms, and freshened up to eat and drink again. We got onto 6 little scooties and made our way to *drum roll* Baga beach. We walked half the beach to sit at this beautiful looking shack, only to have horrible food. We moved to the other end of the beach to one of my favourite shacks-St Antonys. We had free entertainment there, drunk people singing songs on the karaoke night.
Since what happens in Goa, stays in Goa, I can't explain the circumstances in which one of us danced around while people sang, another laughed his way through Summer of 69-on the microphone, another sang I'm a barbie girl to our group to get his phone back. How do I even explain how we danced when they played amazing music, how we laughed when our friend "sang" and how to all threaded our way back through all the sand onto our scooties and back to our rooms.
We all slept peacefully. Or so we would want you to think. :-)
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