I remember receiving the call from my friend earlier this year saying “I’d really like you to come to Goa in the next couple of years”. Clueless as I usually am, I assumed that her inner craziness had finally taken over only to realise later that she was infact going to school there for a while.
So, it was a relatively easy choice for a short trip this time. We took a bus from Hyderabad to Goa for a weekend getaway in between ‘mas and the new year. We expected Goa to be full of crazy rastas, happy foreigners and wannabes. Instead, we stumbled onto a rather sleepy town with a penchant for colourful houses (bright purple and orange!) and shady palm trees. Liberal expanses of river and the unique Portugese architecture just make you want to quit your job and settle down here with a shack on a small patch of land, drink toddy and be happy.
We made a conscious choice to stay away from the stereotypical which probably explains the lack of encounters with hippies. The body searches, strict security and ban on beach parties this year was also probably a big factor though. So, we ended up with a very chilled out trip the highlight of which was Chapora fort of Dil Chahta Hai fame. We made the short, steep climb up the hill relatively easily and were treated to a scintillating view and sunrise. It was just the three of us for most part which sets it apart from overcrowded, overhyped sunrise/sunset points around the world. This was simply special.