Serenity Of South Goa
March 2022
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I went on a week-long vacation after an important project. I felt lost. Sought calmness, time to think, and restore my artistry. And did I find it?
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Starting with Cabo De Rama. It felt like a place to run to on noisy days. This had a rustic essence. The orange land surrounded by deep blue water felt Persian during the golden hour.
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This stretch made me appear small.
Up next was Cola. This was hard to reach. 17km drive and a 2-3km downhill hike. But I never loved a beach this much. The water hit the shore strongly. The beach huts were built royally. A lagoon felt like a pool the beach has reserved for herself. Got 100mbps wifi with good food. But no network. Had a skin burn by this time. Felt superior for a reason.
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Butterfly Beach was on my bucket list for long. Checked it off. It's not very accessible on foot if you don't take a ferry. My hands got red driving off-road. The 3km man-made trail went amidst the forest. Slipped twice during the hike. Got cuts on my feet. School track nostalgia hit hard.
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Climbed up a big rock for the sunset. The setting sun added a yellow accent to the water surface. The dark sedimented rocks contained the sea in a jar.
Camped till 1 am with strangers. It felt risky, I intended to be careless. No lights, just a fire. The sound of the waves from the high tides was felt, never seen. It hit a chord. One hard to explain. I felt untroubled.
Next day a local told us about a waterfall nearby. It ended up being a 40 km scenic drive and a 2km downhill hike. Was called Saavri. Waterfall wasn't worth it though.
In the last 2 days, I kept coming back to a spot in the middle of Patnem & Palolem.
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And gazed into the abyss as it gazed back into me.
Was shown this spot by another local on day 1. This was in the middle of a settlement of Indians and others. Met an Israeli man with his 4 beautiful children. He told it has been 15 years for him here and runs a restaurant in Palolem. Met a girl from Greece. We shared a drink and talked about the view, life, and what we seek. Quietly sat for a while. Then parted ways. I came back to my hotel and prepared to go back to where I come from the next day.