Day 157 - Beach Bums

We were on the beach before 8AM. We spent the entire morning wandering, collecting shells, and frolicking in the waves.

V took us to a terrific restaurant for lunch, which again had its own fishing trawler. Where we again feasted on Goan sausages (like extra-spicy chorizo, a holdover from Portuguese colonial days), and local seafood.

After lunch, we stocked up on liquor, and returned to the apartment.

We spent the rest of the afternoon (by then it was nearly 5PM) alternating between lounging by the pool and lounging on the balcony of the apartment.

V and I opted to wander down to the beach for sunset (which we just missed, but the dusk beach was still lovely). We took a shortcut home through the grounds of the Radisson, concocting an elaborate story of how V was a non-resident Indian, and that I was his trophy wife from the US. We even invented a room number and business in India in case a security guard stopped us. None did, so our fabulous tale went to waste.

Back at the apartment, we drank a few rum-and-cokes, and called it a night.

Goa is the holiday state, both for Indians and Europeans, and it certainly lives up to its reputation.