We had always resisted going to Goa because we both imagined it would be overly developed and touristy, full of sunburnt Brits, loud Israelis and stoned Hippies. In need of some chilling out time we decided to give it a try. We took the day train twelve hours from Mumbai to Margoa in southern Goa, and then an auto rickshaw the further 9km to Benaulim. We arrived in the dark at Xavier’s, a hotel right next to the beach where we had a booking for two nights. In the morning we were pleasantly surprised by how beautiful Benaulim Beach and the nearby village actually were and we checked in for a further two weeks. There were a lot of fat Russians and British and German pensioners (a few of whom we managed to make friends with!). Best of all though was the very leathery old man in a tiny green g-string who kept popping into our line of vision just after lunchtime on a regular basis. We felt we knew him VERY well by the time we were ready to leave.
It was so nice to have a rat free bathroom! Check out those tiles!
The sunsets were magnificent and…
…..at night we strolled down the beach to one of the many beach shacks who offered dinner.
Each morning after our swim, we enjoyed a walk along the beach into the village for breakfast. We loved starting our day in a healthy way!
We left Benaulim only three times. Once to visit Old Goa to see some of the churches.
We loved the first do not on this sign outside St. Francis Xavier church.
The second time was a trip to the Saturday night market in Arpora. The pickpockets were working the crowd and the stall holders seemed to be enjoying selling to the cashed up Russians,