The Goa Trip (Part III)
The bitter feeling last night had no trace left when we got up afresh next morning. We headed straight to Old Goa. We took our brunch in a restaurant just in front of the famous St. Xaviers church. The food was good; in fact, it was the only place in Goa where we enjoyed having food. We had a taste of Feni, the local drink of Goa. I don’t know whether it was because of the bad experience last night, but it tasted fairly good.
The St. Xaviers church having the body of the great saint preserved in a natural condition generates a great deal of attention resulting from both curiosity and devotion. We joined the crowd to visit the heritage place. We also paid a visit to the big newer church nearby and the museum displaying the relics found in Goa. Chiru, the tall fellow in our group, bought a Goanese hat, his heart’s desire for a long time.
Once done with the churches, we went on our way to see the Portugese fort. We had to wait another hour in the middle of our journey as the car ran out of gas. However, this delay was more of bliss. The location was cool, on the Panjim-Old Goa road. We enjoyed a great deal.
We reached the fort at around the middle of the day. The fort wasn’t of the Maharaja kind. It was meant mainly for functioning as a lighthouse and a water reservoir. But who cares for what it was meant for! The view from the top looking over a vast area of the sea with boats of all sizes hovering across was nice to watch. Guys of our group engaged in a photo session. The more enthusiastic ones took off their shirts to have a better macho look (of course, giving the excuse that it was too hot to wear anything).
Breaking off from the fort expedition, we took our way back to Mumbai. On our way, had another devastating session of putting food in our mouth. I refuse to call that a lunch or whatever you call the act of having decent food. May be people realized that our much-awaited trip was coming to an end and still a lot had not been done! As if to make up for the party we missed, we put party dance numbers in the car stereo and danced our way back. There wasn’t enough room to move the lower part of the body, but still it was a good dance. The trip finally came to an end as we reached our home at five in the morning.
The greatest achievement of the trip was the trip itself. We had planned for it and eventually had dropped it so many times, that finally reaching Goa to celebrate the New Year was a genuine accomplishment. Calangute beach was awesome. I have seen so many filthy beaches with hoards of people that the dark sea at Anjana was a welcome experience. Visit to Old Goa and the fort was also entertaining. If anything was still missing, the car-party on our way back ensured that I would remember the trip forever.
In Panjim
In the new Church
Where our car ran out of gas
View from the top of the fort
In the fort
The St. Xaviers church having the body of the great saint preserved in a natural condition generates a great deal of attention resulting from both curiosity and devotion. We joined the crowd to visit the heritage place. We also paid a visit to the big newer church nearby and the museum displaying the relics found in Goa. Chiru, the tall fellow in our group, bought a Goanese hat, his heart’s desire for a long time.
Once done with the churches, we went on our way to see the Portugese fort. We had to wait another hour in the middle of our journey as the car ran out of gas. However, this delay was more of bliss. The location was cool, on the Panjim-Old Goa road. We enjoyed a great deal.
We reached the fort at around the middle of the day. The fort wasn’t of the Maharaja kind. It was meant mainly for functioning as a lighthouse and a water reservoir. But who cares for what it was meant for! The view from the top looking over a vast area of the sea with boats of all sizes hovering across was nice to watch. Guys of our group engaged in a photo session. The more enthusiastic ones took off their shirts to have a better macho look (of course, giving the excuse that it was too hot to wear anything).
Breaking off from the fort expedition, we took our way back to Mumbai. On our way, had another devastating session of putting food in our mouth. I refuse to call that a lunch or whatever you call the act of having decent food. May be people realized that our much-awaited trip was coming to an end and still a lot had not been done! As if to make up for the party we missed, we put party dance numbers in the car stereo and danced our way back. There wasn’t enough room to move the lower part of the body, but still it was a good dance. The trip finally came to an end as we reached our home at five in the morning.
The greatest achievement of the trip was the trip itself. We had planned for it and eventually had dropped it so many times, that finally reaching Goa to celebrate the New Year was a genuine accomplishment. Calangute beach was awesome. I have seen so many filthy beaches with hoards of people that the dark sea at Anjana was a welcome experience. Visit to Old Goa and the fort was also entertaining. If anything was still missing, the car-party on our way back ensured that I would remember the trip forever.
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