It was pre-decided to make the following day peaceful. As part of the plan, we woke a little late and headed straight to the beach for a morning walk (I am an early riser). Damn that morning, a serene atmosphere and I just wanted to lay at the beach that did have less than 20 people other than the fishing community that was ready to go sailing. The waves kissed my feet a hundered times whilst I stood gazing far beyond where the sky and sea touched. Well, this is what I call “A moment in life time”.
Once back, after morning breakfast we hired a bike and to explore nearby places. Though, I was keen on getting a Thunder Bird, I ended up with an Avenger. Visitors usually flock to Northern part of Goa, nevertheless South Goa too had lots of attractions and we had many suggestions pouring in. But with two kids, plan was made keeping their choices in mind. The me..first went to seeking blessing and where….to temple. My father’s reaction was, to temple in Goa; Usually people head to churches that speak of its fame. He then did affirm, that I was unlike others 🙂
Why I chose temples over churches? Well, in my research, blogs or tourist information were filled with information famous churches, be it Jesus Basilica or Lady of Immaculate Conception. I have read, seen and heard over and over again. It was my chance to bring in something beyond churches. While I did my search there were handful of temples that were famous but not as of those churches and zeroed on a couple of them. The one that attracted me the most was the Shanta Durga Temple. My personal recommendation for “Temple Lovers”.
We attended the pooja that went on until noon. The premises had a small underground canteen where meals was being served, probably at a nominal price but chose to look for options outside due to large crowd in waiting to dine at the temple. Since there were fewer options and google was a bit slow due to connectivity issue, I kept asking for people for descent vegetarian joint. After making a couple for circles in the same area, the restaurant or hotel was located, a house that had its front yard converted to mini restaurant with about 5-6 tables serving fresh food. Undoubtedly, I had one of the best local dishes. The ripe mango curry was my favorite, for, its my first time.
After fulfilling my taste-bud, I headed towards Panjim, via Madgoan. At Madgoan, we halted by local market to make some purchses. Fishes everywhere and prawn were so damn cheap @ 100/- , which I would end up paying 400/- in Bangalore. We got a couple of variety for the next two days before heading to our next point, that was about 30 kms.
The road was wide, mostly connecting the highway yet, with less traffic. As we saw the surge in moving vehicle, I knew we were closer to Panjim. I quite liked the view of Panjim port, for the huge steel vessels were not a common scene for someone living in landlocked city. Unfortunately, since we were on the other side, I was a little hesitant to cross over with two kids wanting to run behind wherever I stop. Though I was keen on more photographs on my way back, it didn’t really happen.
Just before we reached the popular beach, I fell off my bike along with my little one, something not very nice that I wish to remember. Flashback–while I stood at a crossing , relatively smaller one with hardly 20 vehicles from all sides, for other vehicle to cross and next moment lying down with the bike over me and my little one. Thankfully, it was a lighter vehicle, nor was I speeding and crowed was slow moving. Neel crying for about 30 mins is still echoing….Despite no fault of mine, I did not forgive myself for his pain. I guess it could have been a blink of my eyes. With bruised feet and hand, broken mirror and footrest of the vehicle, I managed rest of my journey with pain, yet with determination. My parents were shocked and were in pain too. No sooner we got to the beach and an ice-cream was able to bring back Neel to normal while not allowing him to concentrate on the wound.
As sun was setting, and visibility turning poor, I decided to wind up not spending much time. It was a long 45 plus kilometers to the resort. The ride was careful.
Next day was meant only to relax, while kids spent hours in the pool, I was busy making a couple of variety of sea food dishes. The whole mood of sickness to mind and body was balanced.
The following day, I decided to explore Benaulim that was very close to my resort. I woke Neel early, while Reshu decided to stay back with parents. A much smaller and a bit of sleepy town, that housed Taj Hotel facing the beach, also had a cleaner stretch with water activities morning was catchy with majority crowd from nearby resorts. We then headed to Rogers Beach shack for an English breakfast, while watching local and foreign tourist float and relax.
Spending two hours gaping at the sea, while Neel was hoping, running, jumping and playing in the sand was a memory I will hold close to my heart.
Awaiting my next Goan trip, hoping to explore the famous churches and much spoken backwaters………