The second smallest state of India, Goa, unabashedly brings to my mind a visual of me basking in the sun on a brown sand beach with melodious sound of sea waves drowning out the noise of the crowd around. As sun is seen taking a dive in the sea, I find myself getting lost in the sight of water spreading to infinity making me feel as tiny as an atom in this humongous place called world. But is Goa all about the mighty sun rays falling on our bodies and giving us that stubborn tan which is the most natural souvenir we take back from this land of beaches? While the answer in your mind might be a smirky ‘Yes’, I beg to differ. And our decision to go there in monsoon is a proof of that. Although that decision was driven by the following facts -
#1 We had been planning a girls trip for so long
#2 One of my friends wanted to see Goa in monsoon
#3 We had just one long weekend in August where we weren’t tied up in anything
So after an overnight bus journey from Bangalore, we landed up there welcomed by a typical humid Goa morning followed by bargaining with the lootere taxi drivers as there is no Ola and no Uber in Goa :D We reached our 1BHK apartment at Calangute and turned it into home within an hour, courtesy grocery shopping and a clean place :)
We spent 3 beautiful lazy days in Goa, driving in a rented white Swift Desire, going to beaches, eating, partying, getting up late and having one extremely polite lady always as company – the one trying to guide us through the town on Google Maps. While we had a roller coaster ride with her, on the last day, we decided to let her rest a little and go back to the old ways of trusting locals with directions.