This was an ultimate budget trip. It was at the time that my then boyfriend had invited me over to Australia for a short term stay with him as a trial for a long term relationship. (Long distance relationship, longer story meant for another day). However, this indecisiveness and a sudden inflow of free time led me to take a solo trip to Goa! Sorta my first! It didn’t even look like it was going to happen as my bank account was new and yet to be operative and active. However, there was this really strong gut feeling that I should go! And my best friend was sweet enough to help me out with the bookings!!
Day 1 of the Journey!
So, there I was, boarding a bus on a very fine Thursday evening. Was I nervous? Yes! Was I unperturbed? Yes! But then I fucking had to go! The first morning I woke up on the bus! I woke up to the sight of hills and a dysfunctional AC. For someone who has motion sickness on long journeys, this was terrible. I went into the driver’s cabin in order to ask him to look into it. However, the cool breeze that hit me, I asked him if I could sit there. So, there I was, sitting in the driver’s cabin with three other men! It was fun, safe and they were more than welcoming and made space for me as I sat there.
This was an experience of a lifetime. The speed at which that bus moved would put fast and the furious to shame. I was kinda sitting near the gearbox where it wasn’t really an actual seat and there were definitely no seat belts. Every single moment, I thought the bus would now kill someone or meet with an accident. However, I soon realised the driver was an expert and probably did this daily. By now, I was relaxed and enjoying the show! I was soon dropped off at the hotel.
For this trip, I stayed at three different hotels; special thanks to bestie! This made planning super easy! The first stop was New Image Inn near Calangute Beach. Since I reached at noon, and yes, there were free beers in the mini-fridge if I remember correctly! Of course, I drank some and then headed to Calangute beach.
P.S – I’ve zero interest in shopping.
So, all I did was take a stroll from one end of the beach to another, wet my feet and of course, click a few pictures! (ask kind strangers to click your picture!).
Upon returning, I dined on a restaurant, a really good one but I unfortunately don’t recall the name. Chicken Masala was on my plate in no time. I also tried my hands on the local King’s beer this time. On returning to my room, I dipped my tongue (or maybe more than tongue) into some Local Coconut Feni and boy, it was good! The idea was too get to drunk to freak out, feel unsafe or afraid of ghosts even, lol! It worked except I woke up at 4 am in Goa! Lol, again.
This day was spent at three locations –
- A re-visit to Calangute and some shopping
- A visit to Chapora fort and Vagator Beach
- Curlies at Anjuna Beach
The Calangute Repeat
Now, since I was up early, I dressed and went to Calangute Beach. Shops were only starting to be set so this is when I shopped. I brought a really awesome bag, a goan dress and shoes and of course, beach shorts and lingerie! I tried having breakfast at the beach but the restaurant with the deck was extremely rude and no one would guide me properly and serve me either. I left not wanting to ruin my capital mood. On the way back to my hotel, I booked a cab to Backpacker Panda – Hotel or rather hostel number two!
My ultra conservative bestie was worried that this hostel with mixed beds was going to be unsafe or stuff but this was actually the best, safest and most helpful of all three places I stayed at
P.S – There’s a really cute dude at the reception
So, this is where I met some dude; Ankit, I think and he suggested I see Chapora Fort. Even another friend Manali Desai; suggested it. This is the place where Aamir sat with Akshay Khanna and Saif in Dil Chahta hai.
Am I a Dil Chahta Hai fan? Yes!
Do I love Aamir, Saif and Khanna? Holy, yes, I’m the friggin 90’s! The decision was made! And I went!
At first, the normal shit was absolutely boring. You climb this mountain and there are broken fort walls here and there. Yes, you get an awesome view of Vagator Beach from atop but damn, that’s it! I mean you don’t climb a mountain top for this view…like…c’mon. I was leaving but I saw a hole in the wall and few dudes crossing over the other side of the mountain through the hole. Like I was not going to do it!
Not only did I cross the hole in the wall, I also climbed down the other side of the mountain. I do not recommend this if you’re not a seasoned trekker though!
Funny Experience I had here –
Whilst I was climbing down the lonely mountain road, a dude kinda felt the need to follow me because he wanted to “Protect me.”
As per this dude – Chennaiites are proud of their culture and hence “Women” of Chennai should dress conservatively whilst he can wear a shorts and a banyan and roam around with a strange girl on a lonely mountain road! Wah!
Also this dude telling me three times – “I am going!” “I am going!” very aggressively at 10 minute intervals. Each time I simply waved a good bye and got a dumfounded face staring back at me. At first I was like bwahahaha but later, I just wanted him to leave so I could continue my downward trek in peace.
What I found downstairs or rather down-the-mountain took my breath away! There wasn’t really a soul in sight. The mountain ended on the beach (very literally) and the seawaves came crashing and I stood there mesmerised. Boy, it was beautiful!
It is hard to express this in words! It was a feeling of eternal bliss. I was ha-ha-ing internally. I felt like making a hut and living there but good sense prevailed and I trekked back up the mountain and then downward the other side. By this time I was beyond myself!
I was walking back to the main road and I had no vehicle so I simply asked the directions from the man who took care of the scooties parked there. I knew it was far but I wanted to simply roam before I found a vehicle and my way back. However, this dude found the need to protect me and told everyone to ask me if I need help or if I am Okay! So, first, two women on a scooty stopped by asking if I need anything and I said I was okay!
Then, my camaraderie with an extremely old bungalow, even older payphone (that hanging one) and a strange fruit was broken by another dude send by the idiot parking man! He asked me if I needed help and now I was rattled and asked if he could see me to the main road. However, I asked him to stop at a restaurant midway and turned out he and his fam were going there too!
Funny Experience I had -2:
So, as per this dude – “Honey Singh is the fucking best” and “Delhi peeps are fake”
Also, insists on dropping me, when I insist on taking a taxi, he’s like – “Ladkiya kitna drama karti hai” (Translation – Women are so much drama!)
Uh! Like whatever! He drops me, gets a phone call from his sister who asks him to come soon. Respond – “It’s not like I’m very happy doing this” (Major major cringe and if you’re reading this, you’re a complete fucker of a dude!)
Also according to him, I shouldn’t be afraid of getting raped when alone in a hotel because “I am no Madhuri Dixit!”
Yeah, damn right buddy, damn right!
Anyway, back to the hostel. I’ve already met some cool people here and we’ve decided to go to Curlies for dancing.
The lazy lump that I am, I was going to go in the same clumsy dress I’d been wearing but seeing everyone changed; I caved and changed into my lingerie-like one piece. (Don’t think I should have done that)
Curlies at Anjuna Beach
The night at curlies was a lot of fun. I suspect it was like any other normal night in Goa. A lot of boring rave music, some interesting hip-hop. I ain’t no good dancer but I danced my heart out on this night!
Day 3 –
Since, the hostel was near Candolim Beach, I walked over the beach for a visit with zero expectations but again, I was in for a damn surprise. The beach was empty, clean and amazing. I sat there and read a book. I then took a long walk at the shore with music on. A fish had washed ashore, some local shacks lined the beach alongside the many hotels. Cute dudes tryna get a tan. This beach was even more mesmerising and blissful than the ones I’d seen so far. Only Vagator upped Candolim and that’s because I took a secret pathway. I’m sure the normal route of Vagator doesn’t come anywhere close to the serene of Candolim. Boy, it was awesome!
However, it was unfortunately time to check out of Backpackers Panda and move to Hotel Viva Baga near Baga Beach. This one is so not recommended unless you’re hard-pressed for options. They don’t have any food on the inside and there’s a ‘no guests’ policy.
Funny Experience I had – 3
I have a bottle of beer in my hand and the tiniest of beach shorts (I could win miss long legs if I tried; I’m 5’8). I bang the bottle on the counter (not intentional) and tell him I have a room reserved for me. I then go in and realise I have no wi-fi password. I close the door behind me, leaving the keys inside and ask him for the password. Well, only on returning I realise my folly. I call him again, he opens my door and I am back in my room. No, I wasn’t drunk but surely, the hotel staff assumed I was and lol, they should! Who does that!
This is also the day I just downloaded tinder to see what it looks like. No, I wasn’t going to go on a date or anything, just sneak-peak into the app and move on. However, a dude says he wants to go to LPK and would want me to tag alone so he can save on the stag. (It is 4000 for dudes and very unfair)
I tell him I’ll let him know. I’ve a bf after all and he doesn’t know I’ve randomly decided to see how ‘tinder’ works. However, he himself gave into his curiosity so I don’t see why I shouldn’t. Back to the tinder dude.
He’s put on hold, whilst I walk over to Baga Beach. After all the cool spots I’ve been to, this is the most boring and most pathetic beach ever! Juhu Beach looked and sounded better than Baga at that point in time. I thought I’ll dine and head back but once again, I wasn’t served. I was walking back to my hotel disappointed when I run into another dude who first asks me for directions and then suddenly and randomly on a date. (yup! Yup! Beach shorts are still on!)
Well, he seems fine but unfortunately resembles a dude I’ve seen on a buzzfeed listicle about creepy tinder profiles. So, I also put this dude on hold and walk back to my hotel.
Fortunately or unfortunately, the tinder dude won the battle and the other random dude was given a pass. I only knew months later that the profile on buzzfeed listicle didn’t belong to this one.
Well, turns out we’re headed to LPK
Good music, good atmosphere, strip club like. DJs are awesome, and it was an independence day party so it was one heck of a night. Women wearing bikinis and appearing in cages from up in the air. These very talented women performed amazing hoop dances, pole dances and more and they were really, really good.
However, the place is far too crowded, door staff is extremely rude and the quality of drinks is terrible like terrible. To top it all, there’s a fine for vomiting on the floor. People seem to be getting cheap-ass drunk here.
While I had an awesome time dancing until the whee hours of the morning, mostly thanks to the tinder dude, I really wouldn’t go this one again, even if I went to Goa.
Day 4 –
Needless to say, I didn’t sleep for one whole night! The taxi man whose contact I kindly got owing to Backpackers Panda was to pick me up in an hour. I showered and dressed. Now was going to be the truly remote leg of my trip. The last day I visit –
- Chorao Island
- Diwar Island
- Godinho Restauran (Awesome local cuisine)
So, in order to get to Chorao Island, one needs to take a ferry from Ribandar. Island is also connected to Mapusa by roadThis ferry is completely free! This is where I happened to meet travel guide and enthusiast, Euzebio D’silva who also luckily turned into my guide and showed me around his home island. I originally planned to cycle around the place but it was independence day and the place was more or less shut.
So, Euzebio very kindly, took me around in his gypsy (he has a very cool one!). He showed me the local market, church, Miam Lake and the Mangrove Forest. We spent a lot of time by Miam Lake and it was awesome. Again, I moved into the bushes (I went to pee) and happened to find some really cool spots and the whole of a private mangrove forest which isn’t really visible from mainland.
The island also has a Chorao Bird Sanctuary. Those interested can look it. (I’m bird phobic, I didnt).
I was also taken to a local restaurant near the ferry point where I had very local food. (Don’t recall, what). I do recall having a lot of Urak (Another local drink and boy, it was good!) Urak in a shady bar in Chorao should be on your damn bucket list!
I ferry back to Ribandar and then go to the Divar ferry point and ferry to the other island. A rave party is on in a corner, the locals have scooted off and the whole place is empty. There isn’t a friggin chick in the rave party! Fortunately, they’re too high to notice me. I wait for a little over an hour at the bus stop with a low battery phone, no soul or bus in sight and my balls in my mouth.
As soon as I am about to make my way back, a local lady offers to drop me off on her scooty. I take her up and find myself at the main market which is empty. There’s a Zilla Parishad office which is also closed because it is independence day! From what I make out, most locals of the island work in hotels in the main city as guest relation officers, managers etc. or own hotels on the other side.
A really cool bakery that sells local sweets and yummy bibinca was recommended to me but it was shut because well.. Independence Day!
On the upside, the island is quaint and pretty with rows and rows of portugal houses and churches. There’s a football ground and a football club. There’s even a school. There are numerous stories floating about the name but since, there’s no backing of any of them, I’ll drop those.
This is at Panji and I tried Sorpotel, Chorizos and got some local Bibinca packed. I liked the food but the quantity was far too much for a single person who’s drunk on lots of Kings, Urak and Feni.
I was tanned, exhausted and drunk and I had a good time.
P.S – The Tinder dude who sounded nice, this is what he said after the trip was over –
“How come your boyfriend let you go alone? He’s not concerned for you kya?”
Transport from Mumbai to Goa –
By Bus in around 3000 rupees (return fare)
I heavily recommend Backpacker Panda at 500 Rupees per night per bed. I did my laundry here, cooked my own food and actually had a bed cleaner than the hotels.
Getting Around –
Scooties are available for dirt cheap per day rates. 600 per day to 900 for 2 days.
Local Buses are also dirt cheap.
You can take a taxi but taxis will stretch your budget slightly.
P.S – The taxi union is real strong and so you get no Ola or Uber.
Food and Drinks –
At most places, the food and drinks are really cheap. Beer, Feni and Urak were all for less than 100 bucks! The most expensive food I had was probably at Gudhinos but I could’ve passed it if I didn’t want local cuisine!
Cost Break Down for me for this trip –
Return Bus fare – 3200
Stay – 2600 (All three hotels combined)
Backpackers Panda – 500 per night
Image Inn – 1100 per night
Viva la Baga – 1000 per night
Taxi Fare (something I could have avoided if I had a two wheeler license but my taxi guy was nice!) – 2400
I was chauffered from Candolim to Vagator (no return) and then the next day from Baga to the Ferry Point at Ribandar and then back to Mapusa Market for my bus to Mumbai. (I made initial contact with this one at Backpackers Panda)