So whenever I go there with moi parents, its always a trip to various temples, aunts, uncles and cousins, with an occasional beach thrown in. Whenever we visit relatives, they get nostalgic, point out to their lovely empty houses, and speak resignedly of how none of their children want to stay in Goa anymore. ( Sadly that includes me as well.) Would I live in Goa, if I had a choice? "I certainly would, if I were offered gainful employment there." is what I always answer.
Some photos. Nothing very artistic in quality, but they remind me of how green and serene Goa was.
Our old house is in a village rather out of the way. It is only recently that a asphalt approach road was built.
We did go to the beach, but it was raining and the tide was going out. For the first time ever, we saw life guards on Goa beaches. They were shooing people out of the water. I also saw many many drunk, lecherous, badly behaved men and women. It bothers me deeply when people come to beautiful places like these, litter and spoil the atmosphere.
I would say the beach was the low point of my visit.
The drive back was however lovely. The weather was cool, with just a bit of rain, and the sky was beautiful, just like this.
Last photo of the post with the mandatory sunset sky :)