The Journey –
It wasn’t a regular bus ride. Yes, the night was spent sleeping as planned but the morning had surprises of its own. As much as I would have loved to click the hills and mountains, an old phone with a useless camera traveled with me. Bus sickness sent me to the driver’s cabin. I had only come there to inform that the AC wasn’t functioning. However, when the cool breeze of the mountains touches your face, the AC isn’t what you are looking for. “Mind if I sit here?” I ask the driver and the 3 men in the cabin. “Yes Ma’am, most welcome!” they told me. I sat there and made them as comfortable as possible. Excited that my trip had begun on an adventurous note, I sent a selfie to my then best friend.
Riding in the Driver’s Cabin.
I passed by the mountains and the trees,
Luxuriously surpassing the AC breeze,
The driver’s cabin was a welcome relief,
I thought to myself in disbelief!
The road bumps, their navigation skills as well as their speed transport you to the ‘fast and the furious’ universe; albeit on Indian roads and of course, no safety gears, no fancy cars and no seat belt. If there’s an accident, you are dead meat.
In the AC’s comfort,
The driver’s discomfort,
Is often missed,
Devoid of the nuances,
Life’s little glances,
Day 1 –
Calangute Beach and Calangute Street Market
The tiny little soul,
Collided with the vastness of the sea.
The tiny little soul,
Could barely contain its glee!
The monsoon sea was wild. The crowd, wilder. My tiny little heart – the wildest. The curly waves and the wavy curls waded through each other for the entire stretch. Looking far into the horizon, scuttling deep into the soul. I felt complete, I felt whole.
Vagator Beach and Chapora Fort
Vagator Beach at the Base of Chapora Fort
The Dil Chahta Hai craze brought me to Chapora Fort. Curiosity made me cross the tiny hole in the wall. A walk down the mountainous path welcomed me on the other side. Deep down, far below, the sea flirted with the foothill.
Not a soul in sight,
My heart giggled like a baby,
The place felt right,
It cradled me like a lady!
Note – Yes, there’s a roadway to Vagator Beach. That’s where the crowd gathers. That’s the way everyone else uses.
Beaches I’ve known before, I am a Mumbaikar after all! But Candolim was something else altogether! It’s secludedness had an aura, a sense so deep and intense…. that you lost time in its tides!
I couldn’t have expressed better the experience at Candolim Beach than in the words above. One of the cleanest and emptiest beach I have been to! It is something you should experience for yourself and write your own poem about!
Clubbing at LPK
After the lovely lone hours at the base of Chapora Fort, the tourist filled Baga Beach totally put me off. Earlier on in my hotel room, a random guy I met on Tinder had asked me to come to LPK with him because he wanted to save on the stag. On my way to the hotel room from Baga beach, I met another guy who asked me to join him at the bar right away. Quite chaotic and quite confusing the situation was, I decided to let the tinder guy (who shall henceforth be called P) know that I’d like to meet him first. We met in a coffee shop and I was quite unsure so I said I’d let him know in a while and we exchanged numbers. And I went, and boy! it was the best way to unwittingly celebrate Independence Day!
In my small life of 27 years, I haven’t been to a town lonelier than Divar Island.
It is a pretty, quaint town with countless Portugal houses, a football field, churches, a main market area, a school and a Panchayat office. The Panchayat office is a beautiful blue building. As soon as I entered this island only accessible through the ferry, my fellow travelers seemed to be locals who simply hopped onto their scooters and sped off leaving me stranded. I am sure they assumed me to be a local too. I quickly asked one of them how to get to ‘whatever name came to my head’ (think I asked for a church!) and he said I got to wait for the bus. So, I sat there in the deserted bus stop all by myself! This is when I notice a rave party of all boys going on in a corner and boy I was scared! I stayed low and the guys thankfully didn’t realize anyone was around! They were too high! However, no bus came for almost half an hour and I’d a dying battery thanks to last night’s party! When I’d almost decided to go back a local offered lift and dropped me off at the main square.Here’s where I saw the island and well, I’ll say it was way too remote even for someone like me! I was happy to get back to civilization.
Miam Lake and Mangrove Forest
Few people go to Chorao Island in Goa,
Me? I belong to the fewest of the few!
Not only did I go to Chorao Island,
Even on a remote place like that one,
I marched to the remotest ever spot!
Miam Lake in Chorao Island is an amazing place! The whole island is wow!