Day 112 (Fri 27 Oct) - Goa Palolem Beach
Had brekky at our usual place and we all piled into a cab to Palolem, a beach a about an hour and a half's drive away South.
En route to the beach we were astounded to see a flat bed lorry trundle past with a live elephant strapped on it. Only in India!
The beach is quite crowded but absolutely beautiful. Small islands offshore were festooned with palm trees and the whole of the surrounding hills were a lush green.
We walked around a bit and then decided to sit somewhere on the beach. Unfortunately there was very little shade.
Ruth and Keith settled into a shady beach front shack whilst Jo and I went off to search for some shade. We eventually found some loungers complete with parasols at the far end of the beach.
Whilst Jo sorted out how much it would cost to laze around on them for the day Sarb traipsed back up the beach to get Ruth and Keith.
As Sarb was happily wandering up the beach, lost in his own world, a man walking past exclaimed that he had something in his ear (Sarb's not his). Sarb froze and thanked his lucky stars that a kindly man had offered to extract from his ear some fearsome insect that was just about to tie on its napkin and settle down to a (small) but nourishing meal of Sarb's brain. Whilst the man busied himself with a long metal implement in extracting whatever was in Sarb's ear, Sarb suddenly twigged that maybe this chappy was a little too well prepared for insect extraction. As the man busied himself Sarb jerked away and asked the man what the hell he was up to. To be fair the chap came clean and proffered a grubby card that read something like 'Sunil, Ayurvedic Ear Cleaner, No job too big or too small etc.'. Astonished that he had been had and not without some admiration for cheekiness Sarb gave the chap 50 rupees (although whilst he was digging around in his wallet the chap was shoving his metal implement down his other ear stating 'That there's a blockage here and I can get it for you!').
After disentangling himself from the Ear Cleaner Sarb found Keith and Ruth sitting quite serenely sipping some drinks. Sarb related the incident of the ear cleaner to them in a state of some confusion, not quite believing what had happened.
Anyway we trooped up and met Jo lounging on a lounger. We settled ourselves and were soon basking in the sun, drinking beers, having a dip in the quite powerful ocean and generally doing what comes naturally. Nothing.
Watched a lovely sunset and the amusing spectacle of a cow harassing a group of people nearby.
Had a massive red snapper for dinner right on the beach front.
Drove back to Majorda in a quite content with the day.
En route to the beach we were astounded to see a flat bed lorry trundle past with a live elephant strapped on it. Only in India!
The beach is quite crowded but absolutely beautiful. Small islands offshore were festooned with palm trees and the whole of the surrounding hills were a lush green.
We walked around a bit and then decided to sit somewhere on the beach. Unfortunately there was very little shade.
Ruth and Keith settled into a shady beach front shack whilst Jo and I went off to search for some shade. We eventually found some loungers complete with parasols at the far end of the beach.
Whilst Jo sorted out how much it would cost to laze around on them for the day Sarb traipsed back up the beach to get Ruth and Keith.
As Sarb was happily wandering up the beach, lost in his own world, a man walking past exclaimed that he had something in his ear (Sarb's not his). Sarb froze and thanked his lucky stars that a kindly man had offered to extract from his ear some fearsome insect that was just about to tie on its napkin and settle down to a (small) but nourishing meal of Sarb's brain. Whilst the man busied himself with a long metal implement in extracting whatever was in Sarb's ear, Sarb suddenly twigged that maybe this chappy was a little too well prepared for insect extraction. As the man busied himself Sarb jerked away and asked the man what the hell he was up to. To be fair the chap came clean and proffered a grubby card that read something like 'Sunil, Ayurvedic Ear Cleaner, No job too big or too small etc.'. Astonished that he had been had and not without some admiration for cheekiness Sarb gave the chap 50 rupees (although whilst he was digging around in his wallet the chap was shoving his metal implement down his other ear stating 'That there's a blockage here and I can get it for you!').
After disentangling himself from the Ear Cleaner Sarb found Keith and Ruth sitting quite serenely sipping some drinks. Sarb related the incident of the ear cleaner to them in a state of some confusion, not quite believing what had happened.
Anyway we trooped up and met Jo lounging on a lounger. We settled ourselves and were soon basking in the sun, drinking beers, having a dip in the quite powerful ocean and generally doing what comes naturally. Nothing.
Watched a lovely sunset and the amusing spectacle of a cow harassing a group of people nearby.
Had a massive red snapper for dinner right on the beach front.
Drove back to Majorda in a quite content with the day.
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10/27/2006 11:32:00 am
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