Summary:
Goa, Ambola.
TFTD:
Rented a scooter without a licence. Were advised to give police 100rp if any problems.
Wouldn't of even considered driving in Madras or Bangalore. Goa is a different kettle of fish. Relatively quiet open mountainous road. A pleasure to ride.
Explored northern Goa. Extremely pretty. Coconut trees literally everywhere.
Found a number of beautiful old stone churches. Some in use, some not. Due to Portuguese history, half local population is Catholic.
Stopped in middle of nowhere at a little shop for drink. Were invited to lunch by one of the other customers. Declined as were still full from breakie & know how much they eat. No one leaves food on their plate here. Didn't want to offend.
So clean and calm. Hard to believe that Mumbai is only 500km North. Feels like an island.
About 5 minutes ride from resort is township of Ambola. Mixture of hippy & indian stores.
Ocean is very warm and calm. Spent first of many expected hours of floating around.
Indian boys patrol the beach selling drinks/massage/ear cleaning with rusty metal prongs or blatantly gawking on the female guests.
No in indians swimming.
Got into a deep conversation about cricket with a shop keeper (He talked, I listened). Both agreed that a grudge match between India & Pakistan is well due. Sort everything out once and for all. He invited us to his house for sports viewing.
Wild pigs roam aplenty. Bacon Omelets are commonly available.
Still eating vegetarian.
Poor man's paradise.
Slogan for the day: In Goa. Anything Goes.
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