This long forgotten post is what I started off writing & editing when I was just a newbie in the world of travel detailing and relatively a fresher in terms of writing about anything with a happy vibe all along. Though I have been thinking of penning my experience of this Place which has a vibe of its own, I have struggled for the past 3 years at finally concluding this piece. Now with a fresh visit 7 days back, it is only logical that I finally kill the hiatus and let go of the most useless roadblock hissing our generation: quest for perfection.
3 years later, I figure it doesn't really matter what I write and how imperfect the piece is. Unless I'm not letting go the best of my feelings to the rust of the memory maze, the written record will justify itself. What better start can I pick up than attempting a description of the township which is capable of bringing out both the devil and philosopher in any individual out and around to visit? - Goa
Till the time I finally managed to land on Goan sand the last Saturday afternoon in December 2016, I used to claim my morning in Mandarmani (one of the beaches in West Bengal) as the best one in my quarter life on earth. But this was just the beginning of revision of many 'bests' in my life. The best morning, afternoon, night and evening ever can hardly begin to describe the pleasure my soul was soaked in for merely 60 hours and yet, it felt like a lifetime back then. I'm yet to decipher what is about this place which locks every traveller into its mesmerising charm: the countless photographs, the cheap liquor, picturesque beaches or just the very consciousness of being there?
Well now that I have made my love for this charming largely Portuguese vibe settlement clear, let's see how the latest trip of mine herein panned out .Well , I would have really loved to complete my version of Goa 1.0 and Goa 2.0. But the very cognizance of the fact that these 3 different versions will bore any living soul to sleep in this Twiterrati driven- world, I am back to the non-whimsical reality.
So this trip begins with a rude nudge by me but a largely positive acknowledgement by Mr. 'usually cynical'. As a result of a mutually-agreed upon pact, for the first time I did the heavy-lifting (if you can call it so: P) in terms of deciding the stay location, travel and well largely places to visit. The third part of the to-do list being the easiest because of the clear familiar-elimination method: D
Since North goa in standard-best and oven-hot- sunny had been explored, it was time to try out the rustic charm of south goa and Monsoons that all of these travel stories popularised by Insta- wave keep talking about.
The obvious next step was planning of stay which was made much easier by the usual place & site of choice: Air BnB. We chose a place at Colva thinking that it will be a good mix of old and new, also commercial & laid-back as Colva is relatively crowded when compared to the otherwise silent- south of Goa. The booking for August 10-13 was done a month prior along with the return via flight and travel to by road just a week prior to the journey. We were all set. Well, at least we thought so back then.
Weather gods were playing all kind of devil with large parts of Maharashtra and Goa submerged in water. In fact if I heard correctly, apart from one bridge collapse in Goa and closing of Goa- Mumbai highway, Floods' alert was issued in first week of August. That one plan which was earlier a reminder of a fun and calm filled vacation suddenly turned awry & troublesome. Needless to say, we cancelled out bus trip and relied out TO travel mode on that one mode & booking model that keeps almost 50% of our 1.3 trillion population so anxious & full of excitement at some point of time- Tatkal Train.