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Photo report on a trip to India.
Photos of different sizes and quality to everything that FOTA's arm came across a lot of letters, as the impressions are still fresh for those who are too lazy to read, washed down at the end of the roller so that squanders down and see if anything interesting))).
So. Participants of the trip:
Igor (that's me), my wife, Lidia and her brother Andrew. And as a taxi driver Roman, Hindu)
Well, that flew mega short my vacation, slazit pieces Goan tan and while still fresh impressions, I decided to write a couple of lines)))
So. The flight went quickly and easily, I felt at the airport in India. Some people fuss, tried to slip faster customs, registration, get on a plane, and I was in India, and only smiled blankly, looking at their unnecessary vanity who these people are, why they fly to Goa, what the fuss ...
Dabolim. Coming out of the plane can feel awesome humidity Indian clothing immediately stuck to the body, the Indians turned black like negros nearly))) but was all smiles and very friendly. All procedures have been fast, although visa control suddenly in front of me is a Hindu, collecting passports on the list of those who flew without a visa, I paid a considerable pile of passports and allow them to put each of these visas. The girl, who was standing behind me nervous, said she had expected and she did not need a hotel, but rather to control and slip free. I missed it forward myself, I hurry, we check in to a hotel with 11 appears and the time 6 am. A woman standing behind a girl began to convince us that our desk only for those who are without a visa, and someone with a visa type go through another rack, she stiffened again, told her to not worry, everything will be fine and let the peace which is worth (not understand why this crap invented woman, maybe we want to go forward; D). We left the airport and on the street already light, class! Of the things we only had backpacks, so the only succor caught the bus, where we asked and said that we in the bus (if we did not know, and passed by.: D) Then, estessno asked rubles, but I had only Bucks, he said that this is normal and it also will arrange the Bucks; D and I thought, I do not understand why he did not want to give $ 100, but less than I had. ; D But, however, I realized that to me he did not wait and switched to our next tourist. It appeared to be a man is healthy, a la mate of 90, hlaminu drunk, but not violent. This man lived in our hotel, camping, booze every day: in the morning we did not see him in the evening, returning to the hotel, he noticed something at the bar, in the room approximately one condition. They thought that the guy probably dumped by his wife, pobuhat clean. ; D From a Hindu, too, he achieved nothing and apparently decided that our bus some are not lucky, so went to another bus.
Guides Jeanne. Jeanne was very hotel guide of Arambol: supplanted our guide, because Our whether sick, whether the bike broke a little. In fact, she said that I already knew, but very strongly discouraged to take bikes if there is no experience of driving in Tae or in India. This is our way, and strained at first, and mopeds so we only took three days. In general we Jeanne passed to the hotel, has agreed to feed breakfast and disappeared. Belly toast, met with Timur, he showed us where the nearest exchanger, it turned out that they are with his wife in front of our room. ))
Check, shower and run to the beach! I longed for a swim in the ocean (or in the sea, as you wish). But Calangute beach pleased us: bathers crowd the Indians (they always bathe the crowd and out of the crowd is always a pair of triple clothing); D All in all, not the way I imagined swimming in the Indian Ocean.
So, after dinner in the neck and drank beer, went to look for a taxi to travel to Arambol - it was my first point: to visit the Sunset at Arambol immediately on arrival. But taxi drivers seem conceived stop my plans and asked all 2,000 per round-trip. We agreed with the fat-the fat for 600, but postponed this option as a last resort (the tuk-tuk never once swept over the holidays). But this is one of Goa and then find what he wants. So, walking along the main shopping street of Calangute and buying shorts, sunglasses, T-shirt (wife's brother with us nothing of summer brought with them not; D), I suddenly stopped for some reason, looking at the peasant offers us a taxi. We went and talked and he immediately agreed to take us in Arambol, there to wait until we spend the sun and bring back, but first he drove us to the hotel, we changed clothes on the way we stopped for more Simcoe and all this for 1,000 rupees for the three we thought This is the normal price. However, the cunning Roman (as he called himself) had brought us to Mandrem, but it was even better: the people on the beach almost empty and we are happy to stroll down to the river bank on the Arambol, somehow managed to Sunset since lost track of time, swimming and struggling with the waves.
On the way back to Roman had lost and called us, wondering if everything is okay with us. Of course it's all right, it's India! We returned to the hotel at 10 o'clock in the evening, before it to eat in the cafe reef fish stuffed with red hot pepper, well, not to eat, and tried a piece ...
They took the path of rum cola, lime is not found. Evening chill out and sleep, as in the past one and a half days, we slept on the force for about three hours in an uncomfortable seat aircraft.
In the morning we were awakened by a call Roman. More evening agreed to go to the beach Ashvem. In Ashvem we spent most of the day, here I am once again convinced that Goa gives you what you want, even if you do not know what it is.
Four hours left for Vagator: decided right there to see off the sun. I do not know what might like Vagator, but I liked the least, not something specific and it just did not crush my soul. I do not remember any specific than, well, except that one brazen bull Negro Sebastian from South Africa. Sebastian walked past, came and met with me and asked where I was told how he went on. Interestingly, I knew it, but did not know English.))) But the bull is generally something. First he eats up the skins, abandoned on the beach fruit peddler, and I even sfotat with him in the background,
because This was the first beach, where I saw cows. And then he decided to feed him peel of melons, which we ate and it was a fatal mistake!
Bull dealt with very quickly peel and brown Popper on our blanket, where the rest of the melon, attempts to drive him away, he tried to butt horns, and somehow violently prevented him to drive away the knowledge that India is a sacred animal. In short, all the bastard ate melon and shorts slaver me more. He ate and went to the next bedspread. There was also a white couple, and the man also tried to ward off the bull, but with the same success. Well it all rested a little further noted the young Hindu, he ran and chased the bull, pretending that throws a stone at him, I took this technique to the note.
In general, so-so denёk stupidly beach and the ocean, but what else is needed. Incidentally, in Vagator we really liked the cafe, which is a private home built out, and then we almost every day there is breakfast.
PS ^ Kote respect there too)))
In the evening, as always: rum, cola, lime instead of me vparili green mandarin. It seemed strange to me that their green tangerine peel, and in lime yellow, though it can lemons, limes, instead of just my first Mandarin sold, then lemon general could easily.
On the third day we had agreed to go on a tour (which, as I understand it, is visited by all who were in India), it is called "waterfalls, elephants, spices." Roman took us at 9am and drove off. All the way I looked at oncoming truck and forgot their sfotat (unless it had a couple of pieces).
Looking at them, I came to the conclusion that the warning triangle Hindu drove fucking believe ornament, and the more of them is stuck on to the grille, the carrier steeper)))
Waterfalls. I liked the waterfall only big fish that swim there, and I even thought that they were trying to bite my legs. The promised cold water we did not feel what our taxi driver was very surprised. Almost forgot, the excursion is as follows. The taxi driver brought us to some village where there is a lot of jeeps. They are thrown tourists to 6 people, in any case, in this was the case: the three of us, man, do not advertise that he was Russian, and two English-speaking woman with a child. By the way, the parking lot is seated the tourists on jeeps, go Indian and vparivayut all packages in which several tomato, banana and a bag of nuts, such as feeding the monkeys. The driver of the jeep behind all this quietly watching, and then, after 5 minutes the way, stops in front of the barrier, followed by a national park, and declares that it is impossible to feed the monkeys and bags must be left there, and on their way back to you returns. He also raises money for the entrance to the park, and for each camera down, but if fotikom not shine, you can Fota free. Incidentally, I was going to put the monkey in a backpack still in the parking lot, so I do not have it taken away. On the way stop at the tree, which grows cashew, and long for some reason there are. In the end, brought to the parking lot, from which the waterfalls, slowly and without straining, you walk through the jungle and feed the monkeys. Someone escorted tour guides (it's probably those who bought the tour in travel agencies or hotels) but the guides are not needed at all. When we come back, too, we did not say, but I looked on foreign women, and as soon as they went back, we also began to gather. On the turnpike return packets with monkeys eating, why are they now? By the way, on the way back the driver stopped in front of a shed or barn, and called me to him, where he said something to an Indian, and that in a minute brought me a bottle of vodka from the very fruits of cashew. Why of 6 passengers it was decided I vparit moonshine, I did not understand, but he obviously made a mistake, I did not buy it to swipes suspicious. Then, having asked our taxi driver, I'm sorry, but not very much.
After the waterfalls went to the plantation of spices, there were also elephants.
Riding on an elephant scared all the time afraid of falling. Since at the most convenient place, on the neck, sits driver and tourists are thrown on the shoulders or xs like an elephant, and it's called you at every step shakes left and right.
Swimming also was not as we had imagined, and spice plantations some poor thing seemed to us. I think the taxi driver brought us to the place where he unfasten percentage, but in any case, we got a lot of positive emotions and learned many interesting things about the spices, and even there we tried the lemon stuffed with what? .. Well, thus red pepper.
On the way back I asked Roman bring us in Old Goa. They strolled through the temple. Very impressed crucifix
and a giant tree.
It was late, and museums were closed, so we went on. Close to Calangute remembered that today is Saturday, so in Arpora the most famous "Night Market". Roman agreed to bring their us, but only for two hours. The market did not impress us, and we left half an hour earlier. However, a simple Indian soul as always wanted to cheat, and he first had introduced us in Baga, but I was versed in this issue and insisted on a trip to Arpora, although there is something to go in five minutes. Indians generally love to cheat, I did not even pick up the expression as it is called, can a national tradition. When exchanging money you will likely not dodadut one bill, but if you start to believe that it will add to you in silence, as in that joke about the waiter with a big score (- This is how it happened? .. - Well, then do not work) . Here Bartschik (it Bartschik, bars them did not name) was brought.
Almost every DJ is playing, but the photo of one such institution. I was amazed at how the Hindu did mahito two compatriots. Thank God, they did not observe this process. Recipe mahito in Goan: taken from a large tray with your right hand (it is very important to wash the Indians left, so that only the right!) And a pinch of mint is put into a regular half-liter plastic cup from which we drink beer. Then he pounded this mint certain iron or wooden tolkushkoy black, straight in the cups, or even crush them. Then prick screwdriver ice (big-eyed reader can see her picture on the cover of the upper left box), topped up with everything that is necessary or something, and submits to these same glasses.
However, then came the young bartender and brought an electric mixer, and has become a lot faster to make a mojito. Well, in the evening, as usual in the chill (and it had a balcony with views of the jungle), rum and Coke, and other buns.
The next day we decided to walk on foot and ask the price of mopeds. Walk walk, but do not ask the price, just took them near the hotel is expensive, however, and of figs with them. And we walked all day Bagh, or rather on the beach at Baga. I forgot to tell you about the dogs. Dogs in Goa do not look like our dogs, they are more like cats, that is. All beaches are constantly hanging out with us what the thread local dog, and sometimes two.
I got the impression that the dogs for some them alone understandably choose their rest and protect it well, or just hang out with him until he goes, with food they do not ask, but if fed, with pleasure will eat even superzhguchuyu potatoes, which we, for example, could not eat much. And by the way, no dog at me never barked, but some traders who have tried to get closer, protecting tourists dogs sometimes bark, we can have an aura not))). Pooch this or any breed, I do not know, not good at these things, but like all dogs.
Bagua we have come to Calangute Beach, but after dinner, but on the dark went back through the Baga, well, a little lost, do a circle and come back to the beach.))) At the second attempt, we had luck, and I turned on the Navigator, then another was "famous" deal in Baga, but I keep silence about it. Evening chill out, as usual, rolling into the night and sleep.
And finally, on the fourth day we took mopeds. How do we then sorry, that did not do it right away, even though the first couple of hours were unusual. Main constantly and many signals, then get involved quickly))) Mopeds is freedom and immersion in the atmosphere! And we just loved it! Going along the coast, I liked the place, stopped, swim, drove on. The day we started with a visit to Fort Vagator, more on the way saw a banyan tree, then ride along the beaches of Morjim and Arambol went to Sunset.
But on the way back to the navigator suddenly sat up, with us, he initially led astray we arrived. He sat down on the road in the middle navigator night jungle, but with adrenalinchik were able to appreciate the beauty of the stars. Rate and went on))). Andrei More and gasoline ended, but, thank God, went to a certain village, there have been easier. The evening chill was rich in experience, plus decided to drive in the morning to the fish market and buy a shark, or lobster.
The next day, all according to plan. Bought a small shark, we went to the beach, where we cooked it in the tandoor. Shark We really liked the meat entirely on fish does not seem very gentle. But the toad crushed lobster buying, especially that reviews anything special about them is not, well, except that the CDA amuse. In general, zazhopili loot. Then he went to the beach Mandrem, which bathed the first day and there were until the evening. In the evening, you already know, as usual. By the way, almost every day, we have seen the show, "Whose car today, God will send a coconut."
The next day I met with some excitement and anticipation of adventure.
a little distracted at all truck somehow signed left stop signal
Holidays ended, and we have not gone to a neighboring state (it was also a must) and Maharashtra to visit the fort there Redi.
Reading stories about Goa, I was very impressed with the photos. A fantastic spectacle. Well, even bribed that Maharashtra is not Goa, and there white people not so common, but there are even road signs are not duplicated in English, and it has brought us a little bit. There we drove a short way from the ferry ride, the road was very interesting and strange, yet it expand, in general, picked up a little road dust and parrots trucks.
After the ferry there were no signs of trouble, but suddenly found himself on the road police post. Lucky that gaytsy India lazy policeman and even got up from the chair, and only whistled a whistle and waving to me, so I say, I do not drive past. It was, of course, on a subconscious level to stay and show him your fake right, but I knew that if it is possible to fall down, it is better to blame, no one does not chase after you. Redi Fort, located in the eponymous village, we were struck, all overgrown with jungle, and it seems to me, if not for the trees, its walls would have already collapsed.
But the village itself is very amused.
Source:
So. Participants of the trip:
Igor (that's me), my wife, Lidia and her brother Andrew. And as a taxi driver Roman, Hindu)
Well, that flew mega short my vacation, slazit pieces Goan tan and while still fresh impressions, I decided to write a couple of lines)))
So. The flight went quickly and easily, I felt at the airport in India. Some people fuss, tried to slip faster customs, registration, get on a plane, and I was in India, and only smiled blankly, looking at their unnecessary vanity who these people are, why they fly to Goa, what the fuss ...
Dabolim. Coming out of the plane can feel awesome humidity Indian clothing immediately stuck to the body, the Indians turned black like negros nearly))) but was all smiles and very friendly. All procedures have been fast, although visa control suddenly in front of me is a Hindu, collecting passports on the list of those who flew without a visa, I paid a considerable pile of passports and allow them to put each of these visas. The girl, who was standing behind me nervous, said she had expected and she did not need a hotel, but rather to control and slip free. I missed it forward myself, I hurry, we check in to a hotel with 11 appears and the time 6 am. A woman standing behind a girl began to convince us that our desk only for those who are without a visa, and someone with a visa type go through another rack, she stiffened again, told her to not worry, everything will be fine and let the peace which is worth (not understand why this crap invented woman, maybe we want to go forward; D). We left the airport and on the street already light, class! Of the things we only had backpacks, so the only succor caught the bus, where we asked and said that we in the bus (if we did not know, and passed by.: D) Then, estessno asked rubles, but I had only Bucks, he said that this is normal and it also will arrange the Bucks; D and I thought, I do not understand why he did not want to give $ 100, but less than I had. ; D But, however, I realized that to me he did not wait and switched to our next tourist. It appeared to be a man is healthy, a la mate of 90, hlaminu drunk, but not violent. This man lived in our hotel, camping, booze every day: in the morning we did not see him in the evening, returning to the hotel, he noticed something at the bar, in the room approximately one condition. They thought that the guy probably dumped by his wife, pobuhat clean. ; D From a Hindu, too, he achieved nothing and apparently decided that our bus some are not lucky, so went to another bus.
Guides Jeanne. Jeanne was very hotel guide of Arambol: supplanted our guide, because Our whether sick, whether the bike broke a little. In fact, she said that I already knew, but very strongly discouraged to take bikes if there is no experience of driving in Tae or in India. This is our way, and strained at first, and mopeds so we only took three days. In general we Jeanne passed to the hotel, has agreed to feed breakfast and disappeared. Belly toast, met with Timur, he showed us where the nearest exchanger, it turned out that they are with his wife in front of our room. ))
Check, shower and run to the beach! I longed for a swim in the ocean (or in the sea, as you wish). But Calangute beach pleased us: bathers crowd the Indians (they always bathe the crowd and out of the crowd is always a pair of triple clothing); D All in all, not the way I imagined swimming in the Indian Ocean.
So, after dinner in the neck and drank beer, went to look for a taxi to travel to Arambol - it was my first point: to visit the Sunset at Arambol immediately on arrival. But taxi drivers seem conceived stop my plans and asked all 2,000 per round-trip. We agreed with the fat-the fat for 600, but postponed this option as a last resort (the tuk-tuk never once swept over the holidays). But this is one of Goa and then find what he wants. So, walking along the main shopping street of Calangute and buying shorts, sunglasses, T-shirt (wife's brother with us nothing of summer brought with them not; D), I suddenly stopped for some reason, looking at the peasant offers us a taxi. We went and talked and he immediately agreed to take us in Arambol, there to wait until we spend the sun and bring back, but first he drove us to the hotel, we changed clothes on the way we stopped for more Simcoe and all this for 1,000 rupees for the three we thought This is the normal price. However, the cunning Roman (as he called himself) had brought us to Mandrem, but it was even better: the people on the beach almost empty and we are happy to stroll down to the river bank on the Arambol, somehow managed to Sunset since lost track of time, swimming and struggling with the waves.
On the way back to Roman had lost and called us, wondering if everything is okay with us. Of course it's all right, it's India! We returned to the hotel at 10 o'clock in the evening, before it to eat in the cafe reef fish stuffed with red hot pepper, well, not to eat, and tried a piece ...
They took the path of rum cola, lime is not found. Evening chill out and sleep, as in the past one and a half days, we slept on the force for about three hours in an uncomfortable seat aircraft.
In the morning we were awakened by a call Roman. More evening agreed to go to the beach Ashvem. In Ashvem we spent most of the day, here I am once again convinced that Goa gives you what you want, even if you do not know what it is.
Four hours left for Vagator: decided right there to see off the sun. I do not know what might like Vagator, but I liked the least, not something specific and it just did not crush my soul. I do not remember any specific than, well, except that one brazen bull Negro Sebastian from South Africa. Sebastian walked past, came and met with me and asked where I was told how he went on. Interestingly, I knew it, but did not know English.))) But the bull is generally something. First he eats up the skins, abandoned on the beach fruit peddler, and I even sfotat with him in the background,
because This was the first beach, where I saw cows. And then he decided to feed him peel of melons, which we ate and it was a fatal mistake!
Bull dealt with very quickly peel and brown Popper on our blanket, where the rest of the melon, attempts to drive him away, he tried to butt horns, and somehow violently prevented him to drive away the knowledge that India is a sacred animal. In short, all the bastard ate melon and shorts slaver me more. He ate and went to the next bedspread. There was also a white couple, and the man also tried to ward off the bull, but with the same success. Well it all rested a little further noted the young Hindu, he ran and chased the bull, pretending that throws a stone at him, I took this technique to the note.
In general, so-so denёk stupidly beach and the ocean, but what else is needed. Incidentally, in Vagator we really liked the cafe, which is a private home built out, and then we almost every day there is breakfast.
PS ^ Kote respect there too)))
In the evening, as always: rum, cola, lime instead of me vparili green mandarin. It seemed strange to me that their green tangerine peel, and in lime yellow, though it can lemons, limes, instead of just my first Mandarin sold, then lemon general could easily.
On the third day we had agreed to go on a tour (which, as I understand it, is visited by all who were in India), it is called "waterfalls, elephants, spices." Roman took us at 9am and drove off. All the way I looked at oncoming truck and forgot their sfotat (unless it had a couple of pieces).
Looking at them, I came to the conclusion that the warning triangle Hindu drove fucking believe ornament, and the more of them is stuck on to the grille, the carrier steeper)))
Waterfalls. I liked the waterfall only big fish that swim there, and I even thought that they were trying to bite my legs. The promised cold water we did not feel what our taxi driver was very surprised. Almost forgot, the excursion is as follows. The taxi driver brought us to some village where there is a lot of jeeps. They are thrown tourists to 6 people, in any case, in this was the case: the three of us, man, do not advertise that he was Russian, and two English-speaking woman with a child. By the way, the parking lot is seated the tourists on jeeps, go Indian and vparivayut all packages in which several tomato, banana and a bag of nuts, such as feeding the monkeys. The driver of the jeep behind all this quietly watching, and then, after 5 minutes the way, stops in front of the barrier, followed by a national park, and declares that it is impossible to feed the monkeys and bags must be left there, and on their way back to you returns. He also raises money for the entrance to the park, and for each camera down, but if fotikom not shine, you can Fota free. Incidentally, I was going to put the monkey in a backpack still in the parking lot, so I do not have it taken away. On the way stop at the tree, which grows cashew, and long for some reason there are. In the end, brought to the parking lot, from which the waterfalls, slowly and without straining, you walk through the jungle and feed the monkeys. Someone escorted tour guides (it's probably those who bought the tour in travel agencies or hotels) but the guides are not needed at all. When we come back, too, we did not say, but I looked on foreign women, and as soon as they went back, we also began to gather. On the turnpike return packets with monkeys eating, why are they now? By the way, on the way back the driver stopped in front of a shed or barn, and called me to him, where he said something to an Indian, and that in a minute brought me a bottle of vodka from the very fruits of cashew. Why of 6 passengers it was decided I vparit moonshine, I did not understand, but he obviously made a mistake, I did not buy it to swipes suspicious. Then, having asked our taxi driver, I'm sorry, but not very much.
After the waterfalls went to the plantation of spices, there were also elephants.
Riding on an elephant scared all the time afraid of falling. Since at the most convenient place, on the neck, sits driver and tourists are thrown on the shoulders or xs like an elephant, and it's called you at every step shakes left and right.
Swimming also was not as we had imagined, and spice plantations some poor thing seemed to us. I think the taxi driver brought us to the place where he unfasten percentage, but in any case, we got a lot of positive emotions and learned many interesting things about the spices, and even there we tried the lemon stuffed with what? .. Well, thus red pepper.
On the way back I asked Roman bring us in Old Goa. They strolled through the temple. Very impressed crucifix
and a giant tree.
It was late, and museums were closed, so we went on. Close to Calangute remembered that today is Saturday, so in Arpora the most famous "Night Market". Roman agreed to bring their us, but only for two hours. The market did not impress us, and we left half an hour earlier. However, a simple Indian soul as always wanted to cheat, and he first had introduced us in Baga, but I was versed in this issue and insisted on a trip to Arpora, although there is something to go in five minutes. Indians generally love to cheat, I did not even pick up the expression as it is called, can a national tradition. When exchanging money you will likely not dodadut one bill, but if you start to believe that it will add to you in silence, as in that joke about the waiter with a big score (- This is how it happened? .. - Well, then do not work) . Here Bartschik (it Bartschik, bars them did not name) was brought.
Almost every DJ is playing, but the photo of one such institution. I was amazed at how the Hindu did mahito two compatriots. Thank God, they did not observe this process. Recipe mahito in Goan: taken from a large tray with your right hand (it is very important to wash the Indians left, so that only the right!) And a pinch of mint is put into a regular half-liter plastic cup from which we drink beer. Then he pounded this mint certain iron or wooden tolkushkoy black, straight in the cups, or even crush them. Then prick screwdriver ice (big-eyed reader can see her picture on the cover of the upper left box), topped up with everything that is necessary or something, and submits to these same glasses.
However, then came the young bartender and brought an electric mixer, and has become a lot faster to make a mojito. Well, in the evening, as usual in the chill (and it had a balcony with views of the jungle), rum and Coke, and other buns.
The next day we decided to walk on foot and ask the price of mopeds. Walk walk, but do not ask the price, just took them near the hotel is expensive, however, and of figs with them. And we walked all day Bagh, or rather on the beach at Baga. I forgot to tell you about the dogs. Dogs in Goa do not look like our dogs, they are more like cats, that is. All beaches are constantly hanging out with us what the thread local dog, and sometimes two.
I got the impression that the dogs for some them alone understandably choose their rest and protect it well, or just hang out with him until he goes, with food they do not ask, but if fed, with pleasure will eat even superzhguchuyu potatoes, which we, for example, could not eat much. And by the way, no dog at me never barked, but some traders who have tried to get closer, protecting tourists dogs sometimes bark, we can have an aura not))). Pooch this or any breed, I do not know, not good at these things, but like all dogs.
Bagua we have come to Calangute Beach, but after dinner, but on the dark went back through the Baga, well, a little lost, do a circle and come back to the beach.))) At the second attempt, we had luck, and I turned on the Navigator, then another was "famous" deal in Baga, but I keep silence about it. Evening chill out, as usual, rolling into the night and sleep.
And finally, on the fourth day we took mopeds. How do we then sorry, that did not do it right away, even though the first couple of hours were unusual. Main constantly and many signals, then get involved quickly))) Mopeds is freedom and immersion in the atmosphere! And we just loved it! Going along the coast, I liked the place, stopped, swim, drove on. The day we started with a visit to Fort Vagator, more on the way saw a banyan tree, then ride along the beaches of Morjim and Arambol went to Sunset.
But on the way back to the navigator suddenly sat up, with us, he initially led astray we arrived. He sat down on the road in the middle navigator night jungle, but with adrenalinchik were able to appreciate the beauty of the stars. Rate and went on))). Andrei More and gasoline ended, but, thank God, went to a certain village, there have been easier. The evening chill was rich in experience, plus decided to drive in the morning to the fish market and buy a shark, or lobster.
The next day, all according to plan. Bought a small shark, we went to the beach, where we cooked it in the tandoor. Shark We really liked the meat entirely on fish does not seem very gentle. But the toad crushed lobster buying, especially that reviews anything special about them is not, well, except that the CDA amuse. In general, zazhopili loot. Then he went to the beach Mandrem, which bathed the first day and there were until the evening. In the evening, you already know, as usual. By the way, almost every day, we have seen the show, "Whose car today, God will send a coconut."
The next day I met with some excitement and anticipation of adventure.
a little distracted at all truck somehow signed left stop signal
Holidays ended, and we have not gone to a neighboring state (it was also a must) and Maharashtra to visit the fort there Redi.
Reading stories about Goa, I was very impressed with the photos. A fantastic spectacle. Well, even bribed that Maharashtra is not Goa, and there white people not so common, but there are even road signs are not duplicated in English, and it has brought us a little bit. There we drove a short way from the ferry ride, the road was very interesting and strange, yet it expand, in general, picked up a little road dust and parrots trucks.
After the ferry there were no signs of trouble, but suddenly found himself on the road police post. Lucky that gaytsy India lazy policeman and even got up from the chair, and only whistled a whistle and waving to me, so I say, I do not drive past. It was, of course, on a subconscious level to stay and show him your fake right, but I knew that if it is possible to fall down, it is better to blame, no one does not chase after you. Redi Fort, located in the eponymous village, we were struck, all overgrown with jungle, and it seems to me, if not for the trees, its walls would have already collapsed.
But the village itself is very amused.
Source:
