Goa - Part 2 (Palolem)

Like I said in the previous post, Lindsay and I wanted the end of our trip to be relaxing. India is great in many ways and bad in many ways. Either way though, it's always crazy and never relaxing. Until you reach Goa. A perfect way to end a trip through India.

We stayed almost the entire time in the southern beach of Palolem. From what we read and heard along the way, this was the nicest beach and just what we were looking for. There is a big rave/techno scene in Goa and also rich fancy resorts. Palolem is just a cool, mellow beach. The food is great and there is some live music. It wasn't really different than any of the beaches we had been to in Thailand, Cambodia or Sri Lanka but it was perfect. It had bacon and eggs for breakfast and steak dinners and carbonaras for dinner. Though we ate great Indian food for three weeks, a little change was welcome.

This is a shot of the beach looking north.
Here are some cool cabins up on a cliff. We hiked through here but didn't stay.
This is Rosa, one of the beach vendors. There are many beach vendors and they are all kind of annoying and are persistantly trying to sell you things. Rosa was persistant but not really annoying. We ended up becoming friends with her. We saw her everyday, ate dinner at her parents house and even took her into town one day to buy her a few little gifts. A local woman entertaining tourists for donations. She would go down the beach, setting up her highwire act every fifty yards or so.
Lindsay standing on some rocks. This is in Patnem Beach, the next beach over from Palolem. This dead sea turtle washed up on shore one day. It was huge.
Here's the cabin we stayed in.

A cow walking past said cabin.Fishermen out on a cloudy day.

This is Rosa with her family. We ate dinner with them one night. It was an interesting experience. They all live together in this little room. They eat there together and sleep there together. There's five of them in the picture but I think there was another two kids somewhere. The food was good but the spiciest food I have ever eaten. The dad said (not in English. Rosa translated), while laughing at me that spicy food makes you tough. I was dripping in sweat and drank about two litres of water. I guess I'm not that tough.

After dinner.

Sun setting in the Arabian Sea.