Gao Goa
Thirst Quenched
Yes I'm back from a rather fantastic trip to Goa and it's time to get 'spaced out'. It's too tough for me to type down my experiences as most of the time I was thoroughly sloshed in fenny. The 'after thought' that strikes after drinking is probably one of the most rationale things to happen. I felt this often, as I quenched every desire I had in my life. Goa was a perfect host, so good that I felt like a materialistic arsehole. I got drowned in the illusion of life with a lavish combination of 'lust'. I fell and regained my conscious self. The whole episode was sort of short lived. Never imagined the amount of possibilities that existed around me. This place made me more sensitive.
Most Hillarious Moment in Goa
People (mostly Indians) dressed in formals, while on the beach to get wet. Guess their leather shoes are really rough to bear the conditions.
St. Francis Xavier definitely looks young for his age.
Sad Music but it's fun time for all the spared lobsters, crabs, prawns, fish etc.
I expected good samba dance, but it never took off. I hate sea food, hence I missed out on them. People say Goa trip stands incompelete without a complete Goanese food. Can't help it's their perspective. I enjoyed it and felt good about it. I managed to sneak a bottle of fenny from Goa to drown myself in the fond memories of the place and my experiences therein.
Juxtapose
While going through the (16/17/18/19/20 th century ) portugese paintings in Old Goa, I felt transported back in time only to be awakened by the curator's loud burps. Here, in these paintings I could actually see the way people dressed, the sturdy wooden chairs (which was capable of taking their bulk) against which they posed, the contempt and pride that each portrait carried within itself, the fat fingers with clean nails, the dull heavily drunk eyes going down to the colours and architecture of those days, the weapons people possessed, the wigs that nobles wore, it was simply a visual feast. These paintings stood in sharp contrast to today's lifestyle. A neat transition from the past (probably it's changed for the best)
Design
Lovely interiors but sad menu card. Good signage system but narrow roads. People fluent with different languages, but keep staring at you as if you have said something which they are unable to interpret. Good local craftsmenship, but it comes with an exhorbitant NRI / foreign price. A good way to attain sustainability, thanks to the tourism industry and to cops, who get 10% of their earnings.
Yes I'm back from a rather fantastic trip to Goa and it's time to get 'spaced out'. It's too tough for me to type down my experiences as most of the time I was thoroughly sloshed in fenny. The 'after thought' that strikes after drinking is probably one of the most rationale things to happen. I felt this often, as I quenched every desire I had in my life. Goa was a perfect host, so good that I felt like a materialistic arsehole. I got drowned in the illusion of life with a lavish combination of 'lust'. I fell and regained my conscious self. The whole episode was sort of short lived. Never imagined the amount of possibilities that existed around me. This place made me more sensitive.
Most Hillarious Moment in Goa
People (mostly Indians) dressed in formals, while on the beach to get wet. Guess their leather shoes are really rough to bear the conditions.
St. Francis Xavier definitely looks young for his age.
Sad Music but it's fun time for all the spared lobsters, crabs, prawns, fish etc.
I expected good samba dance, but it never took off. I hate sea food, hence I missed out on them. People say Goa trip stands incompelete without a complete Goanese food. Can't help it's their perspective. I enjoyed it and felt good about it. I managed to sneak a bottle of fenny from Goa to drown myself in the fond memories of the place and my experiences therein.
Juxtapose
While going through the (16/17/18/19/20 th century ) portugese paintings in Old Goa, I felt transported back in time only to be awakened by the curator's loud burps. Here, in these paintings I could actually see the way people dressed, the sturdy wooden chairs (which was capable of taking their bulk) against which they posed, the contempt and pride that each portrait carried within itself, the fat fingers with clean nails, the dull heavily drunk eyes going down to the colours and architecture of those days, the weapons people possessed, the wigs that nobles wore, it was simply a visual feast. These paintings stood in sharp contrast to today's lifestyle. A neat transition from the past (probably it's changed for the best)
Design
Lovely interiors but sad menu card. Good signage system but narrow roads. People fluent with different languages, but keep staring at you as if you have said something which they are unable to interpret. Good local craftsmenship, but it comes with an exhorbitant NRI / foreign price. A good way to attain sustainability, thanks to the tourism industry and to cops, who get 10% of their earnings.
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