This was the last day at Morjim. We decided to dedicate it to our beautiful beach. Again we gave money to a beach shack and hit the water.
This shack was run by a French guy and served French cuisine. The food was delicious and my friend ate a sea food pasta which had stuff which we had never seen before, let alone eaten. The
portion however was typically European and hence quite small and the prices were high.
We were starving and so we decided to check if Camp 69 will serve us hungry souls. So we go to the restaurant, call Centhil and ask him if the chef will make something for us specifically. He agreed. I asked him to make me spaghetti with olive oil, garlic and mushrooms.
In no time, I was munching away to glory on my absolutely delicious pasta. Can’t thank the chef enough for this.
By sunset, our cameras were in action again and we captured the beautiful Morjim till light permitted us to do so.
We had seen a shack done up in Arabian style the previous night and we decided to have dinner there that night. Well, it turned out that the shack was only done up well but did not have anything to offer in terms of food.
So we had a drink and moved on. Another Russian shack called Glavfish caught our fantasy and we decided to check it out. This place had a huge screen where some patrons were watching posiedon dubbed in Russian. So when you want to say No in Russian, you say Nyet.
Again the place had nothing much to offer to the poor vegetarian and finally I had to end my day with a hot chocolate and a sandwich at Camp 69.
This shack was run by a French guy and served French cuisine. The food was delicious and my friend ate a sea food pasta which had stuff which we had never seen before, let alone eaten. The
portion however was typically European and hence quite small and the prices were high.We were starving and so we decided to check if Camp 69 will serve us hungry souls. So we go to the restaurant, call Centhil and ask him if the chef will make something for us specifically. He agreed. I asked him to make me spaghetti with olive oil, garlic and mushrooms.
In no time, I was munching away to glory on my absolutely delicious pasta. Can’t thank the chef enough for this.
By sunset, our cameras were in action again and we captured the beautiful Morjim till light permitted us to do so.We had seen a shack done up in Arabian style the previous night and we decided to have dinner there that night. Well, it turned out that the shack was only done up well but did not have anything to offer in terms of food.
So we had a drink and moved on. Another Russian shack called Glavfish caught our fantasy and we decided to check it out. This place had a huge screen where some patrons were watching posiedon dubbed in Russian. So when you want to say No in Russian, you say Nyet.
Again the place had nothing much to offer to the poor vegetarian and finally I had to end my day with a hot chocolate and a sandwich at Camp 69.
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