Ten day holiday in Goa
It was a quick and impulsive decision to drive down to Goa. There's a problem with the plumbing said the care taker of our family home in Pilerne, Bardez, Goa. There is not water flowing into the bathrooms and the kitchen and I dont know what to do, said the perpetually helpless Bhujang.
Giving the car in for servicing we decided to drive down f0r 10 days. Steve too had holidays from college and what better time to come to Goa when it is off season form the domestic tourist. So bags were dragged out and piled with clothes called our 'Goa clothes' as they are thin and consist ot shorts and light tees and flip flops. The car was given in for a day of servicing while we organised all we needed for the trip right down to food stuff as its easier than going to buy things in Goa.
Just enough rice and oil and ofcourse our tea leaves and a carton of skimmed milk. All the fruit which would be spoilt on our return like a dozen oranges and some onions and a large bag of tomatoes which happened to be going cheap in the market. All went into the bag bound for Goa along with a stack of sandwiches, boiled egg and salt and a tin of cheese paste and a knife.
The car was stacked the night before with everything to make the exit in the morning early and quick. Just our hand bags and the flak of hot coffee was taken down to the car in the pale and early morning light. We were off and thats the best way to be on holiday -- an impulsive and snap decision and if we left early by 5 am, we were sure to reach Goa for a late lunch.
On the way we passed fields and fields of cotton being picked in the hot noon day sun and we often passed trucks filled to over flowing with cotton on its way to the market. The over head trees pulled out some of the cotton which hung swaying high above us in the breeze making us aware of where our beautiful Indian cotton fabric and linen comes from.
There were fields of bright and brilliant sunflowers which looked stunning all standing in orderly rows as we passed, their faces turned towards the sun. They are cultivated for their oil and the extensive fields of flowers look amazing as we passed.
All the way the roads are amazingly well maintained because of the government leasing it out to companies who extract a toll from irvers which are pretty steep. By the end on reaching the Karnataka border we had paid over Rs 1000 or more in road tax. Then the gouger of them all. Goa extracts Rs 250 from every 'foreign' car that dares to cross into its border. Guess its the price one has to pay to come home if you don't live there any more.
Giving the car in for servicing we decided to drive down f0r 10 days. Steve too had holidays from college and what better time to come to Goa when it is off season form the domestic tourist. So bags were dragged out and piled with clothes called our 'Goa clothes' as they are thin and consist ot shorts and light tees and flip flops. The car was given in for a day of servicing while we organised all we needed for the trip right down to food stuff as its easier than going to buy things in Goa.
Just enough rice and oil and ofcourse our tea leaves and a carton of skimmed milk. All the fruit which would be spoilt on our return like a dozen oranges and some onions and a large bag of tomatoes which happened to be going cheap in the market. All went into the bag bound for Goa along with a stack of sandwiches, boiled egg and salt and a tin of cheese paste and a knife.
The car was stacked the night before with everything to make the exit in the morning early and quick. Just our hand bags and the flak of hot coffee was taken down to the car in the pale and early morning light. We were off and thats the best way to be on holiday -- an impulsive and snap decision and if we left early by 5 am, we were sure to reach Goa for a late lunch.
On the way we passed fields and fields of cotton being picked in the hot noon day sun and we often passed trucks filled to over flowing with cotton on its way to the market. The over head trees pulled out some of the cotton which hung swaying high above us in the breeze making us aware of where our beautiful Indian cotton fabric and linen comes from.
There were fields of bright and brilliant sunflowers which looked stunning all standing in orderly rows as we passed, their faces turned towards the sun. They are cultivated for their oil and the extensive fields of flowers look amazing as we passed.
All the way the roads are amazingly well maintained because of the government leasing it out to companies who extract a toll from irvers which are pretty steep. By the end on reaching the Karnataka border we had paid over Rs 1000 or more in road tax. Then the gouger of them all. Goa extracts Rs 250 from every 'foreign' car that dares to cross into its border. Guess its the price one has to pay to come home if you don't live there any more.
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