It was our last day in Goa. I woke up with a heavy heart knowing that the trip had almost ended. We had breakfast at Café Del Mar and enjoyed a live entertai
nment session of a rope walk by a local girl.
We had been to the nearby market the previous night and we thought of exploring that area after breakfast.
After a long lazy stroll and some shopping, we head back to Palolem to catch lunch. We ate at Ciranas camp, which is a beautiful place on the beach. The accommodation is slightly expensive but its amazing. Its not a food place though since the portions are very small.
My friend had to fill up again at a cheaper shack nearby. There was this Gujarati lady who was selling stuff to people at Palolem and had approached us before as well. My friend was fascinated with the henna tattoos and decided to get one done. We found this lady and my Gujarati was put to use. So here we were, all packed and ready to go with my friend getting a tattoo done on the arm.
We picked up our bags and hailed a taxi to go to Margao (pronounced as Madgaon) from where we were to take Konkan Kanya back to Mumbai. It cost us 600 Rs.
Our trip had ended and we were refreshed and ready to take on the world.
We had no connection whatsoever with the world outside of Goa during this entire trip. We read our first newspaper in 8 days at Margao station.
The trip will be treasured and cherished all our lives by both of us.
It was a pleasure living the trip again with you.
nment session of a rope walk by a local girl.We had been to the nearby market the previous night and we thought of exploring that area after breakfast.
After a long lazy stroll and some shopping, we head back to Palolem to catch lunch. We ate at Ciranas camp, which is a beautiful place on the beach. The accommodation is slightly expensive but its amazing. Its not a food place though since the portions are very small.
My friend had to fill up again at a cheaper shack nearby. There was this Gujarati lady who was selling stuff to people at Palolem and had approached us before as well. My friend was fascinated with the henna tattoos and decided to get one done. We found this lady and my Gujarati was put to use. So here we were, all packed and ready to go with my friend getting a tattoo done on the arm.We picked up our bags and hailed a taxi to go to Margao (pronounced as Madgaon) from where we were to take Konkan Kanya back to Mumbai. It cost us 600 Rs.
Our trip had ended and we were refreshed and ready to take on the world.
We had no connection whatsoever with the world outside of Goa during this entire trip. We read our first newspaper in 8 days at Margao station.
The trip will be treasured and cherished all our lives by both of us.
It was a pleasure living the trip again with you.
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