Well it's Goa....... and what with staying inland, plus Sujata being as familiar as she is with Goa, each day she picked a new beach.
This was Baga Beach......and a whole different experience.
We did an hours morning walk, strolled around where the river meets the sea, always a favourite spot with me. Then we decided to do breakfast at a beach side shack, and found a nice one called Bobby's shack.
What started as a chilling at around 8 am just kept on......and it got to noon and we were still sitting there, alternating between chilled beer and cold coffee.
And in between the beer and the coffee Sujata decided to fulfill another long standing qwaish....the jet ski. Told you she was gutsy :)
By the time we were ready to leave, the sun was well up, and we were ill prepared for how hot sand gets in summer. Having come before seven we'd left our footwear in the car. And much as we were trying for spots of shade, within ten minutes we were in trouble. Big trouble. We just couldn't walk, or run or jump or hop....... we actually had burn blisters on our soles.
At one point Sujata's standing in some tiny spot of shade and saying "Smi, nahi hoga...mein tho mar jaaungi".
That was funny, in retrospect, especially later when she says "how were you so calm under such a horrible situation?". It was really bad......so bad that even writing this is making my soles tingle. Like I said, each beach a different experience.
In pictures:
On our walk
Where the river meets the sea
Some doggy friends on the way
Gazing into the ocean for hours
Sujata on the jet ski...that's quite a bumpy tough ride
Sipping cold coffee while she was gone
Us ......and the sea
I don't think I've ever spent that many hours just gazing into the sea; realized how wonderful a place it is to just 'be'.
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