It is not yet 8:30 AM and I am typing the back log of the travelogue. Wife has gone and bought the fresh Goa Pav and I munch one along with the tea. This pav needs to be had fresh with large blobs of butter. It does melt in the mouth and needs to be finished fast since there are no preservatives and it does get stale. If you are a bit early you can get Kadak Pav or Brun Bread as is called in some parts of Bangalore. This is even tastier but can be a threat to your teeth. The best way to have it is again with enough artery clogging butter and dipping in tea.
The newspaper which I am reading after 3 days mentions about some crisis in Karnataka but it does seem to be serious enough an issue to tax my brains on. Something about the government collapsed or on the verge of collapse but I don’t want to tax my brains thinking about such trivial things. The plan is to go to the beach for some serious swimming, catch Bulu for some parasailing continue with swimming and eating.
Children had been told that we would go parasailing. We head towards Benaulim beach and establish contact with Bulu and his brother Manoj. Commercial negotiations over they put on the harness and then the wait begins. It seems the skipper of the speedboat has been summoned. Skipper arrives and swims towards the speed boat. 10 minutes of waiting and it is clear that there is some glitch. Communication is established between Manoj and the skipper first through a series of whistles and after some pestering from me by cell phone and we are told that there is a loose wire on the boat and it should be fixed in 15 minutes. 15 minutes of further waiting convinces us that it is a lost cause and we head towards Sernbatim with a promise to Manoj that we would return. However I miss the turn for Sernabatim beach and find myself in Colva. Too lazy to reverse we head onwards to Betalbatim and find the beach. The beach is completely deserted and though I can see the hordes in Colva towards the south and what I presume is Majorda to the north, the hordes seem to have given this little stretch a miss. I cant understand why the crowds have given this section a miss but then don’t complain too much. One of my favourite pastimes in the water is to "surf the waves". I had learnt this a long time back and I dont remember who has taught me. The trick is to dive along with the wave when it is just forming. If the timing is right and the wave is of the correct size, then you get propelled along with the wave like a torpedo. This requires a lot of practice and with due humility and modesty I can state that I have perfected this now.I unfortunately dont have any photos of this. Only a video can do justice.
Betalbatim Beach
I could be mistaken for David Hasselhof??
This exclusive beach is exquisite and I start another session of pondering on life’s mysteries.
One of the mysteries is the 3 cows which walk slowly towards the sea and have a few sips of sea water. I have never seen or imagined anything like this and cant figure out why they lapped the salty water. They move past us slowly staring at us once in a while and I wonder if they will charge at us. However they move on and I start pondering on the dog who has got a vantage point for a siesta and is undisturbed with all the activity.
Puzzled Cows- Have they never seen humans before ?
See photo at end of this post for more about the dog
Having pondered sufficiently we head back towards Bennaulim to try our luck with Bulu. The stars are favouring us and Manoj informs us that the boat was repaired “just after we left”. Children go on a parasailing and come back thrilled. If any of the readers of this travelogue do go to Benaulim and want to do parasailing please patronize Bulu or Manoj and tell them your connection with the Oriya family who come there every October. It will not benefit you or me and might marginally benefit Bulu, but it will make me happy for sure and there is a good chance that Bulu would be happy.
Bulu and Manoj. It is bad form to post someones photo online without their knowledge but I have a strong feeling that neither of them would object
My Children Para Sailing
It is only 12:30 And it seems a shame to come back home so early so we set camp again and I do a bit of swimming in Benaulim before heading back. The internal system has been taxed to the extreme with all the dining and we decide to give some rest to the system and have good old Maggi. This was a wise decision though fasting might have been a better decision. The bloating feeling gradually disappears and I skip my original plan of heading back to the beach. My nose is now looking as it has come out of the tandoor. Receding hairline no longer protects the scalp and the scalp is peeling. A short siesta helps further rest the system and by 6:00 PM we are back at the beach which seems to have become a happening place. We walk towards Varca seeing stretches of sand with Jelly fish followed by a section of crabs and the last section of star fish. The place looks like a graveyard of these and the tide is receding further.
Graveyard
In the distance we hear some blaring music of unknown origin and see that we have reached the Taj Exotica. There are lights of different colours and the music hurts our sensitive disposition. Thank god we are not staying in the place. Common wealth games seems to have driven everyone out of Delhi and many of them have landed up in Goa. Non veg specifically chicken sales have jumped up reports the morning paper but they don’t mention my small though significant contribution to the pork and sea food economy. We stare at the sun setting and head back towards the twinkling lights of Benaulim. The beach is still crowded and Johncys seem to be crowded at this early hour. The debate rages as to where we should eat. We want to be in “a happening place” but it is very difficult to predict which place is going to be happening. Car is almost on reserve and there are no petrol pumps nearby. People sell petrol in mineral water bottles but Lucia is quite delicate and her linings may not be able to stomach the local stuff. This means we should go somewhere nearby – Fiplees which has live music or Jonhncys on the beach which seems to have quite a crowd. Though I don’t believe in Vastu or Feng Shui, when I see two restaurants next to each other, one full and the other empty it is clear that there are some hidden aspects which science cannot explain. After all the location is the same, food is by and large then same. Why then is one always full and the other always empty? We finally settle on Fiplees where we have gone twice before on previous trips. The added advantage is that it is a 50 meter walk from home.
Fiplees - one of the most happening places in Benaulim
It is 09:00 as we reach Fiplees and there is hardly any crowd. Music is playing from the system and some other sound system is being setup. There is the promise of live music. A young woman comes and starts singing. She has one of the most beautiful voices we have heard in a long long time and she is playing music “from my times”. It does trigger some couple to start dancing which in turn triggers some others to follow suit. There is some debate within us as to whether the dancing is in time to the music or even appropriate to the music. I hear Don Mclean, Janis Joplin coming from the young lady in one of the most melodious voices I have heard. We keep listening to the music and ordering starters which are decent. . Things get a bit disconcerting when a group of four young guys start staring at the stage. The body language is clear – they are actually going to the stage to dance. My prediction comes through and they land up on the stage stand in a chorus line and start something that looks like a dance cigarettes dangling from the mouth to complete the effect. Families (majority of the customer) hastily avert their eyes and my children stare in amazement. DJ suddenly gets up from some conversation he was having and comes and literally throws them out of the stage. No pretense at politeness, simply an order to get out. They meekly go back to their table, have a brain storming session and attempt to go back to the DJ. This time the waiter screams at them and asks them to sit quietly at their table. They are gracious enough to clap after the song. Things quieten down and the music goes on. The singer is just too amazing and keeps singing to the small number of customers. We suddenly realize it is 12:30. No one coming and mentioning “last order”. No one is giving us subtle hints to leave. Some one is actually entering the restaurant as we leave.
End of Day 3
This ladies and gentlemen is what Goa is all about