Yes of course provided all others on the beach are of the same way.
Some beaches in Goa India have mainly European tourists on vacation ,specially during winter.
It is acceptable to allow themselves to enjoy the sunshine,beaches and good sea food in whatever way they want.
Goa, The Hard Way
Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007 at 10:09 am
posted by Michael Ryan
Photo | Michael Ryan
Travel is cheap and easy here in Goa. In Palolem, the Indian version of “laid back” is sublime. I am in my shack on a remarkably active beach, with cows and dogs, travelers, fisherman and sales people mingling in the surf. Despite this activity, there is never a shout or angry word, or anything even approaching a bad vibe. Everyone is smiling as if they’ve just found paradise. Here, life is swim and tan, eat and drink, smoke and dance. A beach shack is 300 Rupees ($7.50) and a scooter is Rs.200 ($5) per day. With meals and kayak rentals, I’m topping out at 20 bucks a day. Why on earth would anyone ever leave?
The locals here still have genuine smiles for travelers, despite the disparity in work, pleasure and spending money. For the Goans, a white face is an opportunity for additional income. Every Tamil, Deepak and Hari has his own racket, including boat trips, scooter rentals, ayurvedic massage and handmade goods for sale. These services are on top of an already thriving formal economy of beach shacks, tiki bars, clothing and souvenir shops, internet cafes and travel agencies. In Palolem, everything a beach bum could possibly need is within a few hundred yards. But finally, after 15 days on the beach, I am ready to hit the road.
Backpackers with Lonely Planets run into each other in different places, again and again. We recognize each other, sit down for dinner and carry the conversation from where we left off last time. Sometimes, when you run into someone you didn’t quite like, it takes a delicate white lie to throw them off course. Other times, you run into people you enjoy a great deal, and if the schedules permit, get to spend a few days or more with them.
Toward the end of my 10 days in Anjuna, I ran into two Australian girls, very fun to hang out with in Anjuna for a few days, and then decided to join them for a 3-hour taxi-share to Palolem. On the way, we picked up a third Australian girl, who grew up in South Africa, and with whom I was immediately smitten. Like, “holy shit” smitten. Once in Palolem, we kept running into people we’d met in Anjuna. I am now heading toward Hampi, which also happens to be next on the itinerary of several travelers I’ve spoken to. After that, I’m heading to Mysore for yoga.
Kate, the third Australian we picked up in Baga, has just left us. I am very sad about this, more than I should be, since we met a few days ago. Then again, I’m a guy and unusually fickle. It’s a double-edged sword, to meet such a remarkable, articulate and refined woman while traveling, but to know that we’ll end up on opposite sides of the planet. She is going home to Perth, to begin a residency. I am heading off to continue my tour of India. We’re stuck in a travelers’ fantasy. As she prepared to leave, I was searching for ways to.. oh, I don’t know.. move to Australia? Finally, we said our good-byes. I wish you all the best, Kate!
As the Australians put it, “it’s really very lovely, here… isn’t it?” Last night I found myself in a group of only native English speakers. We were Australian, English, American and South African. We talked about our countries, how other countries are perceived back home, and linguistics. It was a startling realization for me, that so few nations around the globe can claim English as their primary language, yet the language dominates trade and information worldwide. I knew this already, but here I was, speaking with representatives from the 4 largest English speaking nations, on a beach in India! It suddenly occurred to me that we are really a minority on earth; extremely privileged; and that by talking to each other, we might actually be changing our own languages and accents, ever so slightly, back home. We dubbed it the new “Globo-Anglo.”
If the news back home has any of you stressed, the healing qualities of beach life are still working, and easier to obtain for extended periods than you may realize. There is something hypnotic about laziness near the waves. My big stress for the day is a run to a neighboring town, to use the only ATM near Palolem. After that, I’m renting a sea kayak with James, the Englishman from our group discussion. Last night I enjoyed a traditional Goan dish of chicken “chilly stir fry,” with a few “Kings” beers. It’s like a spicier version of pepper-steak, and satisfying over a bed of plain white rice. Tonight, I am going to try the more famous Goan “fish curry.” I hear it’s amazing.
I’m leaving the beach tomorrow. I’m heading to Hampi for a few nights, about nine hours east from here in the state of Karnataka, then onward farther south to Mysore, Ooty and Pondicherry in Tamil Nadu. Along the way, I will be looking for yoga schools, so I can learn a new discipline, lose a little more weight, breathe a little more deeply (Pranayama) and see as much of India as I possibly can. If all goes well, I will also get to see Kholkat (Calcutta) and Rajasthan, and maybe even squeeze in another week on the beach before heading home in late December. Gotta go now… I can smell that fish curry. Thank you for reading.
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Philadelphian Michael Ryan is reporting from India. He started the semester in the Temple University Fox School of Business� International MBA Program.
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