Welcome to Goa
Trip Start
Oct 30, 2005
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Trip End
Jun 19, 2006
After 2000 km and 30 hours, I've finally made it to Goa (Calangute Beach, to be precise), albeit unwashed, unshaven & definitely uncouth. It's a relief to be here, and at long last I've made the transition from North India to the South, in essence almost a separate country.
Goa, so far, is wonderful, despite being plagued by hordes of pasty overweight whinging Poms (stereotypical it may be, but they here, and I'm starting to understand that I will forever avoid the Costa del Sol or Mallorca). The whole area is all palm trees and beaches. At first impressions, it actually reminds me a lot of Fiji, except the food is much better and if you start saying "Bula!", people here look at you funny.
Being here, it's like a lush Garden of Eden, after the arid landscape of Rajasthan - a Scouts-honour cornucopia of chlorophyll. And the best part is that almost for the first time in months, since Nha Trang in Vietnam really, I can see the ocean. And it's wonderful. I realise now how much I've missed the sea, always such a dominant feature back home, especially for me at this time of year. After endless vistas of desert and scrub and their palette of ochre, tan, & gold, the gentle blue and vibrant green of sea and jungle is akin to a soothing balm.
(In response to those who snidly commented on an earlier post, and will no doubt do so again, no, I have not been necking Robitussin. I am merely waxing lyrical. It's poetic karate; "wax on, wax off"...)
hehe :-)
See y'all, I'm off to the beach!
Goa, so far, is wonderful, despite being plagued by hordes of pasty overweight whinging Poms (stereotypical it may be, but they here, and I'm starting to understand that I will forever avoid the Costa del Sol or Mallorca). The whole area is all palm trees and beaches. At first impressions, it actually reminds me a lot of Fiji, except the food is much better and if you start saying "Bula!", people here look at you funny.
Being here, it's like a lush Garden of Eden, after the arid landscape of Rajasthan - a Scouts-honour cornucopia of chlorophyll. And the best part is that almost for the first time in months, since Nha Trang in Vietnam really, I can see the ocean. And it's wonderful. I realise now how much I've missed the sea, always such a dominant feature back home, especially for me at this time of year. After endless vistas of desert and scrub and their palette of ochre, tan, & gold, the gentle blue and vibrant green of sea and jungle is akin to a soothing balm.
(In response to those who snidly commented on an earlier post, and will no doubt do so again, no, I have not been necking Robitussin. I am merely waxing lyrical. It's poetic karate; "wax on, wax off"...)
hehe :-)
See y'all, I'm off to the beach!




Comments
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hey bro, sounds bloody good mate. Sorry, I haven't been in touch earlier, been in a world of busyness. good, but hard to juggle 3 jobs and school. Send me an email man, what you doing??
Mr Miyagi is only a feeling
Thanks for answering my question from the guest book. Blunt trauma to the cranium it is, and Simon owes Emma $20.
And I definitely agree with that poetic karate stuff. You are, without a doubt, the Dolph Lundgren of on-line travel journals.
H