Goan masala – Jan 22

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The train seemed to be about 90 minutes late, but the superb pantry car made up for it. There was every thing from idli, dosa, samosas to badam milk and ice cream. Yummy. I discovered that the students were not really from India at all, they were from Nepal. They were surprised to know that I had been to Everest Base Camp, judging from my puny frame and growing belly, I suppose. I got down at Karmali (Old Goa) and took a taxi to my hotel in Calangute. My uncle was supposed to join me in Goa that afternoon, but he got delayed by a day due to some unforeseen business. I fixed up with a car rental agency to get a santro for 3 days. Apparently hiring private cars is not allowed, so I wont mention the agency here
I headed to Souza Lobo’s for lunch, and wolfed down prawn papads and prawn curry rice washed down with a few Havana Clubs, of course !  That evening, my uncle called me to say he couldnt make it since he was ill, so here I was in Goa all alone for 3 days ! Anyway, I resolved to not get depressed and made the most of it. That evening, I headed to Britto’s for dinner. It was full of firangs and there was karaoke night on !  It was wonderful, with some elderly firangs really singing some of the songs really well. And yes, Britto’s served Havana Club   Leaving Britto’s in a happy mood, I felt like walking along a beach. Baga seemed rather boring, so I decided to go to Ozran beach, which is also known as Little Vagator. I have some very good memories of that beach. Driving there took a bit of time, and after navigating the bylanes of Anjuna and Vagator, I finally found the spot around midnight. The old restaurant I knew there called Alcove still existed, though it was shutting down for the night. I climbed down the hillside to the beach and all the shacks there were also shut. The sky was looking really beautiful with all stars visible. Just then I saw a shooting star, and promptly made a wish, for the one thing I really wanted. Then I headed back up and drove back, quite happy how the day had gone.

Alcove, Ozran beach

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