It's my birthday. I was supposed to leave Goa on Day 3. But it's Day 5 and I am still here. So as the clock striked midnight I asked for a friend's scooty to go on my nightly around-the-neighbourhood trip when suddenly everyone around realised it's my birthday. Though one of them knew but he had forgotten about it at the exact right moment. He is Sahil. So 6 of us with a guitar went on the beach, sitting there and singing. They sang the birthday song for me. That's how my birthday started. In the morning, with Jack, Sahil and 3 more friends we went for a road trip to Ashvim and Vagator beach. Lazying around on the sunbeds. The most amazing seafood momos that we had in Ashvim.
And then the next 2 days went by in a flurry and came the day when I finally had to leave. I didn't wanted to because this place gave me a great many memories, a job offer to join this cool Zostel and some great friends who will be there for life. Travel gives you memories, it gives you wings. It makes you embrace different places and bring a little of those places with you while at the same time you feel like something inside you is lost. That is travel.