I started from my home @ Secunderabad, where I find my peace and tranquility.
And reached right about in South Goa, Majorda, India.
Where an intense black gathering for the night's party, was on a roll.
Sitting by the shore, I felt the energy that God(a) has. The serene endless ocean waves hustling through the fingers of my feet as I lay back with 2 pints in one hand. Watching the sunrise by the Ocean.
And then ate the biscuit I carried with me,
Until it was too hot to sit out in the sun. We thought of beating it with an Ass Kicking Breakfast served in our room.
Yes, I did try that Chico look. I was stoned! When in Goa, why not?
Yep, She was a part of the gang.
We rode from Majorda to Curlies, to know about the mass hype for that place @ Anjuna? Frankly speaking, we came back to Majorda that very evening by 5 pm. And the sense of belongingness when entering Majorda, it engulfed me. P.s.- Ain't she pretty?
Trying out the Gopro!
As I said Goodbye, I felt a sense of not bidding adieu but gliding through as I would come back. My phone smashed, so I just have a few. Maybe next time?