Having rested for a few days chilling out not doing much on the Goa beaches I headed out to try and see as much of Goa as possible.
I loved how the western white-trash tourists just didn’t give a sh%t about the local dressing codes, walking around half naked with their tattoos and boobs hanging out all over Candolim. The Indian teenagers that I saw sitting on the beach for hours and staring at burning topless girls from a distance seemed to like it, though.
Just next to Vagator, looking from atop, is the Chapora Fort. Not many tourists making the effort to go up there and when I finished hiking up it was tourist-empty. The Indian selling cold-drinks to the tired tourists insisted on not leaving me alone till I buy one of the most expensive Cokes available in India. They were absolutely relentless 🙂
The view from that fort was spectacular. The Portuguese know where to put their forts.
There was a lot of active fishing life all across the northern beaches, with an interesting authentic aroma of stinking fish when you come up to the beach.
I wrapped up the long drive with Goa’s most northern beaches, quiet paradises with gorgeous relatively undeveloped beaches – through Siolim to Morjim Beach and Mandrem and Arambol.
Beautiful beaches, gorgeous looking local people, young, sexy and chilled-out backpackers, it was probably the best day I had in India.