EASY MAGIC THINGS OR OUR FIRST GOA
After hearing how enlightened and in love with life people are returning from this country, I wanted to see this for myself. I had to go to Goa. I say “I had to,” because I know that it is better to look for that peace and pacification somewhere outside the tourist areas, but the package tour turned out to be much cheaper than just tickets to any Indian city, even though I watched them for four months.
One of my friends, who carries tourist groups to different countries, laughed, saying that there’s nothing to do in Goa and “you will not find anything new there”. And I took and found. I tell.
We accidentally hit the hotel for locals. I only knew in advance that the staff did not speak Russian, which was very pleased (well, honestly, it is also more interesting). After a wonderful breakfast (a huge plus for almost all the local cafes!) We moved into the room, and here the adventures began. The Soviet-style dark room at the end of the corridor was literally swarming with cockroaches, which I wrote in large letters in my review about the hotel. Employees struggled with these creatures in a very original way: they sprayed spray with a terrible smell right on the bed and inside the refrigerator. When I came to the reception the same evening the second time, I was just handed the key to the room in the next building. The second room was located above the dining room, and therefore the living creatures were there too, but much smaller. By the way, the subsequent breakfasts were strongly Indian – eggs in batter, cakes of semolina, rice, crumbly and bright yellow from the spices … full immersion, in general.
This is a separate and amazing chapter of travel. We tried the whole transport, except maybe a bicycle.
Started with a car, rented for four with another couple from Russia. Driving on the left side of the narrow streets in the country with a population of almost half a billion – something else is a test. Somehow we got to the track, where the speed could be at least 40 kilometers per hour. Here we even came across road signs and traffic lights. 70 km to our goal – the Dudhsagar Falls – we traveled for almost two hours, barely managed to get back before dark, so as not to dodge the darkness in our village. We swam in the waterfall, by the way, fully clothed – by chance we arrived at those hours when only Hindus walked there. And they do not wear swimsuits. Swim in what they came.
The sudden surprises of renting a car in Calangute are as follows: not only did the owner of the car not ask us at least one driver’s license, we did not find a single document on it in the car, and then the owner did not announce for two more days.
The next item was a rickshaw. Rickshaw is tiny, three-wheeled and a maximum of three rides in it: a driver and two passengers. An interesting and inexpensive option, but for long distances the driver may refuse to go, or bend a huge price. My husband and I drove from Fort Aguada to the eponymous beach.
On the same day, we also traveled by local bus. Tourists are usually frightened by these buses, they say, and the crowd is always, and they are little old, but we were lucky. At 10 am, everyone had already left for work, it was spacious, but again we were the only Russians. Local music played, and the driver was fenced off by a black grille. Of course, there are no air conditioners, but the windows in the open windows were well blown.
And finally the bike. I still do not understand why we took advantage of this miracle only on the penultimate day, what was there to be afraid of. Immediately make a reservation – transport in India is still not the safest, and we did it all just because my husband drives the car perfectly and tried to ride a bike too. On it, we went to the Anjuna market. The speed of the bike is about 25-30 kilometers, but the speedometer didn’t work for us specifically, so I won’t say for sure. Everyone rides the bike, regardless of gender, nationality and other things. We went together, and the Indians carry on these bikes of children (holding), sit down by three, etc.
About the market in Anjuna need to say separately. It only works on Wednesdays (a few days earlier we had taken a walk there on a stunningly beautiful beach, but found only empty counters). You can literally find everything here: clothes, shoes, spices, coffee and tea, jewelry, souvenirs … But you have to look carefully, cheap consumer goods can lie next to the relic. They attacked us in the very first minute, we immediately laid out about 1000 rupees, and only then did we understand why. Sellers literally grab tourists by the arms, drag them to their tents, speak their teeth and persuade them to buy their goods, and you need it or not – then you will figure it out. I asked the girl to draw mehendi on my hand, and she immediately sold me two bracelets on my leg. Well, how?