I had forgotten how completely and utterly fucking nuts India is. It's so scuzzy and chaotic you still can’t believe it. But vibrant, colourful and exotic like nowhere else. Hop on your moped and into the foray and it’s adrenalin carnival all the way...
And you know you're in India when overtaken by young mother deftly accelerating, breaking and navigating chaos with right hand, chatting on phone with left, little girl standing up front, old mum seated side-saddle in floating sari on the back, all weaving in and out between aimlessly wandering cows, families of up to 5, towering house sized balancing bushels of rice straw - and generally animated moped motivated stacks of daily life on the fly.
Its February 2017. Katarina and I did a house exchange with a couple of literary Anglophiles who live in Delhi, but have an apartment in Goa, so the blessing of free digs, cush pad with pool and mod cons just on the edge of Candolim. Candolim, we discovered however, has become a Mecca for retirees winging in direct from Birmingham and the North on Thomas Cook package deals. The beach road is therefore brimming with Brummies with a penchant for booze, bingo, karaoke and quiz nights, and every corner is touting their song loud and proud with fat crooning Indian cover artists and Mancunian compères. Its a little surreal. Goa has definitely passed it’s use-by-date as a laid back retreat destination, but you still gotta love the all embracing disarray of this country.
Birmingham-On-Sea
And no complaining about endless beaches on a balmy ocean, sunshine in the high 30s and seriously good Goan grub all day everywhere for pennies - even if surrounded by obscenely bronzed sagging old folk. Also, the middle class has risen a new breed of Indian and Russian tourism to complement the Thomas Cook crew. Costa Del Sol ain’t got nuthin’. But according to the locals I chatted with - the Ruskies are hard to please - I even heard veggie market stall holders fighting hard in fluent Russian just to get a fair price for their mangoes. But I digress...
Portuguese colonial architecture unique to Goa.
Up North from Anjuna to Arambol where the hipsters roll, no less of a throng of young blood Israeli’s banging their drums louder'n any native, and blond waifs all strutting about midst the ancient toothless hardcore hippies and trippers and tattooed yogis young and old. Quite a scene. Not to mention the best fish thali this side of the sun (at Eyes of Buddha on Arambol beach) - incendiary flavours and spices. Nothing will ever be the same again. LSD no longer required.
the humble Thali that will blow your brains out.
So, after experimenting on an accelerated path to the next life via moped on these roads, we rented a car (with no papers) and headed South - and still, like entering into any turbulent stream of life, driving in India requires relinquishing any sense of control and riding the jet-stream wherever it takes you.
There are no rules or regulations (though they exist in theory). Only a kind of miraculously semi-functional chaos - you just get in the flow of the vortex and go. Minor and major junctions are absolute lawless disorder requiring a native state of mind to negotiate successfully. i.e. an unwavering opportunistic intention to keep moving in the direction you think you want to be travelling, breaking or accelerating according to the closing or parting of the surging wave of mopeds bearing riders plus 6’ fish (shame I didn’t get that shot), belching wonky diesel wagons overflowing with gangling field workers, big-ass horned buffalo wondering about randomly in the middle (around which everything else flows - if you are bovine, you rule,) or just about anything else you can or can’t imagine coming at you head on, sideways or backwards, - yet everything keeps flowing. Bit like a butterfly hits a buffering airstream last minute and gracefully glides over the bonnet of your car and away into the sunlight - sort of like that, but with infinitely more noise.
Thus (via police trap trawling for bribes) there is a frenzied flow into which one enters in order to get from Z to Q, where you arrive miraculously, suddenly squeezed out into a calm backwater, drifting along quietly on your way, breathing fragrant cashew flowers on the air instead of rotting rubbish, shit and diesel grit.
Still a bit more laid back in the South then, less developed, but saturation of all the worlds quiet spots seems inevitable. Palolim offers the most idyllic beach, yet the palm lined edges of the bay are now already packed end to end with huts and restaurants offering burgers or shakshuka and is the (not-so-new) alternative blonde waif and Israeli drum bashing grounds of the South. Agonda remains pleasant, vibrant waters in a larger bay, a little lower key, and reasonably civilised in my own subjective terms.
There are still a handful of protected (turtle breeding grounds) and more or less deserted clean beaches towards the border of Karnataka.
Inland, climbing into the hills, there's a handful of peaceful National Reserves (praise the lord) where a few agrarian villages are scattered, tending verdant rice paddies and idyllic betal palm lined irrigation canals and gardens.
The jungly National Parks and backwaters are definitely the best bet if you want to escape every wanker, hustler and hawker under the sun. Otherwise - forgeddaboudit!
Meanwhile, back in Candolim, braving the Brummies (yes, alright, I am a snob) the GF is getting dark as a native, and I’m working on a shade of pine (thanks to the Nors blood.) We were graced by several pods of dolphin early this morning, way out off of Candolim beach. And there is a kingfisher perched on a branch of the mango tree outside my window here. We've been hanging out together and it feels nice knowing that he's comfortably perched there tonight. So, you know, loving every moment of it all, getting fit (self practice, swimming everyday) and forever grateful, and whilst beauty is to be found everywhere, we probably won’t be back to this corner of the world again soon, so long as there are others yet unexplored or unexploited to the max.
Until then,
Namaste.
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Nice beaches, especially the sunset
A quality India post - well done!!
Very nice informative and entertaining post!
Thank you @mindhunter and @team101 - much appreciated :)
its really best writed
Nice post about Goa, loved to read it.
Thanks so much - happy my musings still get an occasional visitor :)