Goa 11...another place, another time

Goa brings out the hidden, the subverted and the unknown. The pictures in this blog bring out the Goa effect. Not normal, some psycedelia some altered sense of living.

By the time we boarded the flight to Goa we knew nothing what we were in for.

More so work kept us pre-occupied. Only when we landed and the coastal breeze hit us on the face did we realize we were there. A short cab ride and some last end flaps over the flat we were to stay in and we were there by evening.


Our appartment was an endearing place, with a nice roof , but what the heck who wanted to stay in when we were by the beach.
Its difficult to be coherent about Goa, so let me just get in some facets.

Beach- beach beds, laze, race, dip in the sea, dry, coconut and more sleep. Kalangoot morning runs, Baga ughhhhhh, Vagador our fav, Anjuna ????

Old Goa - another time another place.
Food - different joint for each meal, tuscan, italian, french, lila cafe, after 9, toto, tito with Arnab , vagador hieght, fisherman cove




















Drive - scooty
Drink - cane juice wow















Flea market - awfull
Pork vindaloo

Salim Ali bird sanctuary and wrong-right side we were on
Hmmmmm seems another world and only when i get back there is i can find some details.