it always takes some time to finish a new entry. the lack of electricity and internet-availability are two mayor reasons for that...
ok, here are some of the things that happened to us in the four days in arambol: we have some catching up to do, since we don't like to visit internet-cafés too much (their climatized... so coooold...) we went to Arambol. by train. we got out at Pernem, got into a taxi cab and felt like we're not in Mumbai any more. The narrow streets wind through forrests, green walls on either side, until you arrive in a place with old Portuguese mansions and bamboo sheds filled with colorfull clothes and cloths smelling of incense. On the train we had met what turned out to be two Aussteiger, expatriots from Austria and Canada, who spend eight months a year in the least frequented and „most laid back" part of Goa, as we were told. And guess what they earn their living with: producing and selling hammocks. In paradies. What a stereotype. And if Andy and Elaine aren't selling hammocks, their flying along the coast. Well, paraglinding along the coast.
Anyway, after storing the luggage at their place we found a small room on the side of the cliff, above the soon to be opened Om Ganesh restaurant. It will have been the cheapest hotel we will have had on this trip at 5€ a night for the two of us. (Update: I lied. The hotel in Benaulim, Jacinta Moreas Tourist Home, which they are renovating as I write and which has bigger, cleaner rooms (incl. a fridge!) has the same price, better value!) The view made up for the rather dull interior of the rooms, and the sound of the waves... hmmm, soooothing.
A propos ocean: the sunsets so far have been a sort of disappointment. It was foggy, we had one or two thunderstorms, and thus we never saw the sun actually smootching the horizon as it should have. The sunsets so far (pick your favorite):
ok, here are some of the things that happened to us in the four days in arambol: we have some catching up to do, since we don't like to visit internet-cafés too much (their climatized... so coooold...) we went to Arambol. by train. we got out at Pernem, got into a taxi cab and felt like we're not in Mumbai any more. The narrow streets wind through forrests, green walls on either side, until you arrive in a place with old Portuguese mansions and bamboo sheds filled with colorfull clothes and cloths smelling of incense. On the train we had met what turned out to be two Aussteiger, expatriots from Austria and Canada, who spend eight months a year in the least frequented and „most laid back" part of Goa, as we were told. And guess what they earn their living with: producing and selling hammocks. In paradies. What a stereotype. And if Andy and Elaine aren't selling hammocks, their flying along the coast. Well, paraglinding along the coast.
Anyway, after storing the luggage at their place we found a small room on the side of the cliff, above the soon to be opened Om Ganesh restaurant. It will have been the cheapest hotel we will have had on this trip at 5€ a night for the two of us. (Update: I lied. The hotel in Benaulim, Jacinta Moreas Tourist Home, which they are renovating as I write and which has bigger, cleaner rooms (incl. a fridge!) has the same price, better value!) The view made up for the rather dull interior of the rooms, and the sound of the waves... hmmm, soooothing.
A propos ocean: the sunsets so far have been a sort of disappointment. It was foggy, we had one or two thunderstorms, and thus we never saw the sun actually smootching the horizon as it should have. The sunsets so far (pick your favorite):
A propos ocean II: the beaches so far have not been a disappointment at all. In Arambol, where most of the other beachboys and meremaids are Europeans (incl. Israel. We really heard a lot of Hebrew on the beach and in the restaurants) and Americans, the beaches and the waves were not overcrowded and we went swimming in regular shorts and swimmsuit. That will probably change once we get further south and leave the remote hippie-areas. The beachlife consists fishermen, vendors and the typical dogs. Once you know how to deal with the vendors and how much the offered pinapples, parasols and pacholi-smelling clothes cost, it becomes a veritable paradise.A propos paradise: that's what R. and P., our next-door neighbors at the OmGanesh, thought of the beach and the fine fish dishes at Mandrem. The couple from P. near B. enjoyed their last days in India at Arambol and took us on a scooter-cruise around the streets of North Goa down to the nice beach and sunset of Mandrem. (for pictures, click here) This was the place of the First Sunburn and Good Fish. Scooter driving also is some fun once you find out how quickly you can get out of the way of crazy bus drivers and avoid all the little puppies who don't know anything about traffic conduct.
After some delicious meals and drinks overlooking the ever-talking sea from our favorite restaurants, the Rice Bowl and the Gecko, and some quality beach time, we decided to go cutural and left for Panaji, capital of Goa and our place of residence for the next two days.
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