Trip to India - Entry 16 - First night in Goa

Let me preface this by saying that Goa ROCKS. That is all.

Now I will describe it to you so that you can be properly jealous too.

The airport upon arrival is highly unimpressive, especially since we arrived late in the afternoon after a long, hot muggy morning at Elephanta, considering Goa’s reputation and the people to whom it caters. The bus also was poorly air conditioned and small, so we went to the resort hot, sweaty, and a little grumpy – or at least, I was a little grumpy. I’ve never been too hot on resort vacations, as there’s not all that much to do there.

I have now decided that is why they are AWESOME. After dumping our luggage, we meandered over to the Caravela Restaurant, which was labeled as serving “modern Mediterranean cuisine.” Given my current aversion to anything spicy, I decided that farfalle in garlic parmesan sauce sounded *wonderful*. The view from the restaurant is of the Arabian Ocean breaking against the beach to the right side, and to the left, Fort Aguada. Surrounding the restaurant were palm trees – or what looked like palm trees with coconuts, so maybe they were coconut trees.

That evening, we went to Tito’s, a club we are told is frequented by movie stars. It was not on that particular evening, however. What is amazing is how many times you have to tell people NO ICE before they realize that means, NO ICE. Not, I’ll fish the ice out of your drink, or, I’ll just blend it all together, but NO ICE. After we left, we got caught in this crazy traffic jam that really I’ve only ever seen in this form in India. All sorts of vehicles all stacked up against each other, and only mopeds or two wheelers can make it through. When we got back to the hotel, we went down to the beach in the dark and got our toes and feet wet in the squishy sand.

As I said…. Goa ROCKS.