My time spent beach hopping in Goa was most definitely my favourite period of time spent in India.
Sometimes even the best laid plans dont go accordingly. When I booked myself onto a volunteer project in India teaching sports back in 2007 I thought i’d be running around kicking balls non stop in the sweltering heat, but for my first 2 weeks in country I did pretty much nothing for one reason or another, my volunteer placement was seemingly non existant. I threw a bit of a strop with my liason but that was never going to get me anywhere. That was when one of the other volunteers in my accomodation said something along the lines of ‘hey, why dont we just go to Goa for a bit’. In the words of Peter Kay “booked it, packed it, fooked off”. (apologies for the swearing)
So bleeding our wallets of £94 in exchange for 4 flights we were off on a long weekend to Goa. We flew via Bangalore spending a pretty uncomfortable night in a room that closely mirrored THE toilet from ‘Trainspotting’. We also drank from cup that were seemingly recycled from condoms at a Domino’s pizza, but it was only 1 night and we were soon on our second flight and heading for Goa.
Landing in Goa
I knew Goa was going to be awesome the moment we got into our taxi at the airport and the driver started blaring out ‘walk like an Egyptian’, no need for the ipod for this leg of the journey. Other classics such as jailhouse rock and the birdy song soon followed, it was just a magic 2 hours to our first destination within Goa.
I think (I hope I’m not the only one) a lot of people believe Goa to be one resort when in fact it is a state, so its feckin massive. We spent all our time in the north where its supposed to be a lot livelier where as the south its said to be more chilled. The next four days of beach hopping in Goa went something like this …
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Beach hopping in Goa Day 1: Vagator
Fresh out of our disco taxi we found a nice little twin room at a guesthouse called Jackie’s Daynite. It was already the afternoon and we were both starving. I had the most amazing curry overlooking the ocean before we decided on going to an open air rave where I’m pretty sure we saw Jesus and Chris waddles love child (THE most astounding mullet). The only problem was that this so called rave finished at 10 … HARDCORE! The early night was actually quite welcome, we hadnt really slept the previous night and the jouney from Bangalore to Vagator had taken its toll.
Beach hopping in Goa Day 2: Anjuna
After a good sleep we had breakfast in Vagator before jumping on the bus to Anjuna, the next beach resort south from vagator. We had planned to stay at a hostel called ‘White negro’ in Anjuna purely because its name was hilarious, maybe not politically correct but hilarious none the less. However it proved out of our price range. We soon found a cheaper place (Omkar guesthouse) and were also promptly offered all manner of drugs by our host. Turns out that our hostel was somewhat of a drug den. We were also to find throughout the rest of the day that everyone in Anjuna is a dealer!
The beach in Anjuna was beautiful and equally as funny as some of the hostel names. Local stall keepers kept coming up to us and asking if we want to have a butchers at their stall, saying that their prices were cheaper than TK Maxx, and than on the whole everything they sold was loveley-jubberly, had me in stitches!
That night we had another awesome meal as we watched the sunset, which left me utterly gob smacked (see photos) and slightly wishing I was with a chick rather than Andrew, but as company goes he was excellent, a fountain of knowledge.
I also ventured to another rave that night, although this time alone. Cant say I’ve ever been to a club on my own before at home, gave it a go anyway. It was actually quite a good night, met some nice people, Zoe & Michelle from Devon & Raphael from Fankfurt. The music may have been hardcore techno but that’s where the cheap booze helped. I eventually left the club at 3am and thought I’d have an easy stumble home, couldn’t have been more wrong. Three in the morning, half cut … chased by rabid dogs, just fantastic. Hadn’t had my jab either, even better. After clambering over several walls, treading in s*** and scaling our hostel gate I eventually made it to bed about 4 and pretty much passed out after a quick shower. Happy days.
Beach hopping in Goa Day 3: Baga
Feeling slightly worse for wear, we left Anjuna for Baga the next morning, again using the local public transport as it was and is ridiculously cheap. Baga was a bit more of a resort, and had certain seemingly Mediterranean influences and on this night we slept in a proper hotel, it had a pool and everything! I believe it was called Villa Fatima Beach Resort … sounds posher than it was, but it was still very nice in terms of backpacking.
Again we sampled the beach for a bit and ate out in the evening at some fancy restaurant called fiesta. I was going to go out again to another club that night but was warned off and told it was only really for locals, so instead I dragged Andrew to watch some football and play some pool.
Beach hopping in GoaDay 4: Candolim
Our last port of call on our whistle stop beach hopping in Goa tour was Candolim. Candolim is the most commercial of the resorts we visited in Goa and hosts quite a few 5 start hotels. We werent looking in quite that price bracket and chose a non a/c room in the Ave Maria guesthouse. It advertised ‘with swimming pool’ but what it meant was ‘use of a pool around the corner’. Cant complain really it was a nice pool. We didn’t do too much of note after a dip in the pool, EXCEPT watch an even more spectacular sun set … although my camera again had the last laugh running out of battery mid way though the blood red visual spectacle.