Thanks to cheap booze, rave parties and hippies, Goa has become synonymous with notoriety. So when my parents displayed their enthusiasm for a trip which was originally supposed to be embarked by my sister and I, an uncomfortable feeling overtook me. In a perfunctory manner, I booked our tickets and off we flew to India's very own sunshine state.
After reaching Dabolim International Airport, we easily spotted the placard-holding amiable driver who was to transfer us to our hotel. As we left from the airport, the bustling streets morphed into country roads and an hour-and-a-half long journey showed me a side of Goa which I had failed to see in my previous visit.
I had only started enjoying when an abrupt, sharp turn lead the car to a halt. That's when I realized we had reached our hotel.