That being said, Goa area really didn't feel like being in India. It was like a playground for British retirees. We had booked into a 3 star resort which was more than adequate, and quite cheap. We were the youngest ladies in the joint by give or take 20-30 years. I was actually concerned that my nursing skills might be called into practice, as this group was a medical emergency in the making. Luckily, being the only single ladies within a 3 mile radius, we received exceptional service from the pool boys, and restaurant crew. They were tripping over themselves to help us, and their eager attempts at Indian flirtation where extremely self-esteem boosting!!
We stayed 5 days in Goa, and I could have stayed a full 2 weeks. I had forgotten what it was like to take a vacation and do literally nothing!! We lounged at the pool in the afternoons. Got a sketchy massage by an Indian woman. Not as shady as our Sri Lankan massage, but still strange compared to western standards. Apparently having one's breasts massaged is considered normal- when they say 'full-body' massage they ain't kidding!!
We spent a day touring Anjuna Market- the largest market in the area. It was full of spices, clothes, and tons of Indian souvenirs. We spent a couple afternoons at the beach in Baga- fending of the million hawkers, that had us targeted as easy sales. I must admit, I am an easy target in India. Just give me puppy-dog eyes, and I'll probably buy whatever shit it is your selling- for about 5X the price it should be. We made a day trip to old Goa, and toured some of the old ruins, and Catholic churches in the area.
|Anjuna Beach- with the holiest of Indian animals!!|
|Baga Beach at sunset|