• Nihal

Go Goa Gone!!!

Updated: May 17

"Hum jo chalne lagee, chalne lage hai yeh raaste

Aah huh huh manzil seh behtar lagne lage hai yeh raaste" playing in the background. You're returning in the night after a day full of water fun, wet and soaking in salts of sea. There's no roof over the thar so the nominal temp of 22°C feels like you've come out of a shack in manali bare dressed. So you stop the car wherever you find a tea stall to quickly gulp some tea to warm up. A hand reaches from the side asking share from it. It's your bestie from your childhood. It's the person who knows more about you than yourself. It's the person you've laughed with and cried with. That moment, that moment is bliss, it feels eternal, never-ending, soul soothing, mind relieving, as if you're breathing for first time after a long suffocating existence.

That is how i felt that day. That was my trip to Goa. Now let's get to it from the start.


Go Goa Gone!

Well, that was the title of our Whatsapp group 😆 . "Goa plans are meant to be wasted", this is the line we often heard from groups whose Goa plans are cancelled for a few times. So we setup our group's name as "Go Goa Gone" to commemorate that fact. We were a group of 7 girls and 2 guys. Mostly of same age group and working in some soul crushing parts of concrete jungles. All we wanted was an escape from our 9-5. But as fate would have us, after many twists, turns, our pre booked stay Getting cancelled, and the tempo we booked for road trip getting cancelled the day before travel, We still ended up going. Such was our resolute for cheap absolut😉.

Anyways, we all boarded bus at Hyderabad and i was the new guy in group. I only knew 2 people out of the remaining 8 and was worried how i would be received. To my own surprise, i had a fun filled welcome into the group (to which i myself am astounded till now). Next day morning we got off at Panjim and boarded a cab to our villa. But how could a trip go so smooth, kuch kaand tho hona hi tha! Our car's suspension hit a speed breaker and broke into two pieces. After it was fixed, we reached our stay, our host was gracious enough to book us a car and a Vespa to travel in city.

Day 1

BAGA Beach

As half of our day was already done we wanted to chill out and Baga was just a walk away from our place, so we decided to go there. Ooh The infamous BAGA beach, every growing up 12 y/o's dream to visit Baga beach filled with foreign women in bikinis, men having cheers with beers in their hands, women playing volleyball and men riding quads. To my amusement i did find those buy in small and unwanted doses only to realize that was not i wanted. The beach was full of shacks playing loud music (soo loud and soo near, you could hear remixed songs from two different places getting remixed again). That night we decided to got to a dance bar and we went to Mambo's the mischievous brother of Tito's pub. The bouncer was chill enough to give us a money Saving idea. Take a couple pass for 2500 get unlimited drinks and food share with your friends, dance to Bollywood. Who would dare say no to that. So we did that exactly 🤣. The pub was amazing, drinks we're stiff, staff was mad, songs were nostalgic enough to bounce me back to my childhood. So we danced and danced until our legs couldn't move and our bodies couldn't stop moving (drunken senses, meh!), That was the time we called it a night and Went Back to villa (at some 1 ish in the morning). But the josh was still not dead so we played in pool until 3. That's when the night was done for us.

Day 2

Tarkarli, Malvan

Bang boom buff! Loud music playing people doing Zumba in front, that's how I woke up! What do you do when you see women doing Zumba, you join of course, and that is what I did exactly. Even the sleep deprivation or the mind numbing hangover couldn't stop me. We had brunch and the started for Malvan at 1. Malvan is located in Maharashtra and a 3 hour drive from Goa. It's mostly known for its clear waters and scenic roads. We reached Malvan at 4. The beach was too silent and deserted. There were dead crabs and shells everywhere. I even got to see Gary, Patrick and Mr.crabs from Sponge bob. We directly went for scuba. The scuba guys were super chill and took their time with training us and taking us to extra depths at our request. It costed us somewhere around 500 per person compared to 3000 in Goa with less visibility in sea. That was a steal deal for us. We went diving one after another. I got to see a lot of fishes, sadly the camera couldn't capture them. Our diving spot was just beside Sindurg fort which was cherry over topping.

Sindhurg Fort

The beauty of the landscape was just amazing which was yet to change.

Our diving escapade finished at 6 and the parasailing guy wrapped up his crew by then, so we missed it. We were dying of hunger by then as we didn't have a proper lunch. So the scuba guy took us to a nearby restaurant in boat and said that he'll drop us back after we we're done (so cool). It was a Chinese joint and the food was good (I guess when you're hungry, even Chyawanprash taste like honey). I ordered American Chopsuey to which he bought a starter and said that it was Chopsuey. When i said it wasn't the recipe I ordered for he was over enough to respond that that's the way they cooked (dude if you're reading this please check the recipe in Youtube, if i order something I expect it to be as everyone would do it, not how you wanna do it ) .

By then everyone was tired, wet and dripping in sand the sun had set. So I said I'll go and bring the car back here rather than everyone walking back. One of the friends came with me even though I urged on going solo. They were not to blame, they just didn't want me to get bored. But, That eventually became my worst nightmare. The shore was dark lights were out, we both could barely find where the boat was parked. Both of us were nominally scared of dark and the ominous sounds of the sea which seemed all fun until sun was up. The fort which mesmerized me until then now was reminding of the castle in The Nun. We went until the boat and found it to be empty parked 30 feet into the sea. Already sweating we decided to walk for our own good, then the scuba guy came and asked if other people weren't coming. We said that were going to bring back the car here, so we were only going. We started the boat and started our way back to the starting point. Both were normally making jokes and laughing until it stuck me ( and trust me it stuck me really hard) i was on boat in the middle of sea in the middle of night with a woman by my side and 5 unknown strangers surrounding us. Chills went down my spine, hair started to raise, knees became weak. I was on one side comforting her while on other side making escape plans if something were to happen. I held her hand with my left and whats app record audio button in the other( at that time that seemed like the fastest way to reach someone, even faster than call). I don't know how I couldn't think of it before boarding but luckily none of that happened and we came out safe and sound (never making that mistake again). We went and took our car lost our way thrice despite of having maps until a random person took us to our group. Guess people are not that bad after all😄.

We then started at 9 and made our way back. It was cold we were dripping and there was no rooftop. I had to go under 40Kmph to keep the winds in check and stop every 10 mins for a cigarette/tea break to warm up our bodies. The way was full too dark even on a full moon day. Our gang started to panic to the sights of large empty fields...big big banyan trees...the way was a bit too silent with a rare sight of people on the roads. So what does the naughty part of me do, of course he switches the headlights off and starts shouting like hell only to hear my screams come back at 10x intensity. That lifted up my spirits though! Despite all of that, somehow I was relieved that nothing bad had happened and I was still there with the people I care about. That was the defining moment of the trip for me. We reached our stay around 12 and were hungry. So me and Santhosh( the other guy in our group) went to buy dinner. I was excited over the Christmas decor on the buildings and crashed our Vespa 😅. It wouldn't start so we had to walk our way back.

Day 3


This day we wanted to do river rafting and haven't had proper boozing session until then. So everyone decided that we would have fun until evening come back and drink till we can't anymore. So as planned destination set to Arambol. Best of the 3 we've seen not too crowded not too deserted, not too pollution not too natural dead sea shells and crabs, not too noisy not too silent. It was the perfect blend of hippie to desi.

Seafood Platter at a shack at Aambol😂

We had our rafting in groups of four. It costed somewhere around 3500 for 10 people. The rafting guy took us up-to 100 inwards of sea and let us drown and pulled us back. It was a fun experience. After that we had some seafood, beers, tattoos and made our way back to our stay. That night we drank like hell, danced like hell, screamed like hell and of course puked like hell. I think I Don't need to explain how every sitting goes 😉.

Day 4 and our last

This day we forgot to extend our stay (duh!!) And were made to vacate. We booked another Oyo stay beside Baga beach, parked our luggage and left for shopping.

We almost exclusively spent half of the time deciding on what brands of alcohol to buy and whether the customs checkpost wala will allow them or not. Then food then flea market then food then pack-up. Bus at Mapusa @ 6.30, dinner at dhaba @ 10.30, good-byes at Hyderabad next morning @ 9.30.

Aao Kho Jaye Hum, Ho Jaye Hum Yun Lapatha Aao Milo Chale, Chaara Kahan Na Ho Patha.

This para can summarize my entire experience with this amazing group of self conscious, like minded individuals.

Get lost, Get crazy, Stay cool, Stay safe

Our mistakes you shouldn't make:

-Partying at Goa in Christmas- New year vacation might sound fancy but you would end screwed up. is doubly charged at this time than the rest of the times in a year.

-Don't take an open roof car when going out of city

-Don't expect you home food, stick with your guns and go for vadapav.