After Hampi, we needed to have some rest and soak the heat away at the beach. Although Goa was not on our original plan, we accompany Shan and Filip because it is on our way North. We get off from our night bus very early in the morning and start looking for accommodation. It is humid and hot and we could not sleep in the bus due to the bumpy road. Exhausted, we have to walk a lot with our backpacks on but our efforts pay off. We find a cheap room for rent operated by a very nice Indian woman, and we are next door to our friends’ hostel. Here nobody walks; everyone rents a motorbike to explore the area. We also end up renting one, and are some of the few people wearing a helmet.
Many travellers talked to us about Goa and said it was amazing. Sure… it is nice, green, with good beaches and we had a much needed rest, but it does not feel like India. At all. All establishments are run for foreigners and the place is invaded by them. Prices are also adapted to foreign tourism. Most visitors come from Russia, which makes many signs being in cyrillic. Even the few historical buildings we see are Catholic churches, legacy of the Portuguese colonization era and we see very few Hindu temples. We’re not sure we’re still in the same country.
We also take time to visit a famous night market in search of bargains, but it feels like any other street market, with many, many stalls, but all selling the same merchandise and again invaded by foreigners. Turns out Japanese ninja boots are fashion here among the visitors for some unknown reason. At the food court we can find everything, even sushi stalls, and on both corners of the market there are even open air discos—with some foreigner women dancing as if this was an “OMG I’m so cool” contest.
Since we took these days to just have a break (and some needed sun tan), there isn’t much more to explain, and sorry, there aren’t many pictures either. See you in the next post, where things get hectic on the last portion of our Indian odysee!