The ride home from Candolim is quick but very, very wet.
We get home and wash the sand off.
As usual, the minute we are home safe, the rain stops pouring.
About an hour later, we're dressed.
No visit to Goa is complete without a drink at Tito's. The rain has fizzled down to a drizzle. Another quick ride to Baga and there it is.
This is the famous Tito's, take a look.
The Menu is outside on the board, she takes a good look.
Interesting.
It is a testimony to Tito's popularity that even in these lean times where every bar and restaurant is killing time and waiting for the next season, it is almost 60% full.
So what's down at the end of the slope? Mambo's, let's go see.
No menu.
Can we see your menu?
We have no food.
How about a drinks menu then?
We serve only Tiger beer.
No whiskey, vodka nothing?
No. Only Tiger beer.
?
We realise later that it is a special Tiger Beer night at Mambo.TheOne® likes to eat by 8pm. Even that is late for her. Tito's it is.
A goan singer, some interesting cocktails and some great food. An excellent combination. A few drinks later, they're having a wonderful time.
I've finally left my mobile phone at the room and the two of us have some quiet time together after a whole week.
After dinner they decide to walk across to the club at Tito's.
500 rupees covercharge please.
Can we take a look inside first? says he.
The guy at the counter hesitates.
Honey it's absolutely empty inside, see?
OK OK go inside, no problem, no charge.
TheOne® grins and we walk in.
It's full of a few lost souls. Some
firangs, some Indians, everyone looking clueless, the music electronic and very loud. Not nice for an empty club.
Either they're very early or it's a dull night.
Soon TheCouple® gets onto The Activa and rides down to baga beach.
Come, come inside, have a drink, no charge, come and see says a smiling man outside a very large place called On The Rocks.
It's nice walkway, full of cabanas, all lit up. Most of the cabans are closed with chairs piled up, not nice. Only 4 cabanas look usable.
A bunch of
firang girls are sitting with a bunch of Mumbai boys. Free drinks for them tonight, that's for sure, lol.
Inside the club a few drunk men are dancing with each other to some trance music.
We hit the cabanas and order some Bailleys. It's quick and terribly overpriced.
We sit back, relaxed and comfortable. neither has a watch or a mobile. We have NO idea what the time is. It has completely stopped raining.
Wanna go for a bike ride?
Now?
Yeah! Yes, OK she smiles.
And off we go, the bike goes halfway down the wrong road and then back up to the right road. Back to Calangute and then to Saligaon.
I have to show you a church that looks gorgeous by night.
The Saligaon church has always looked beautiful by night, tonight is no different. It has always enchanted me.
While I takes a few low light pictures, something strange happens to TheOne®
I want to go for a bike ride.
By yourself?
Yes.
Have you ridden a scooter before?
Something like this, but many years ago.
Go then, don't fall.
And off she goes, round and round the parking lot and then off into the darkness, giggling gleefully. She's having a blast!!
L Later we're back onto the scooter.
Wanna go home?
If you like.
Wanna explore further?
Yes, why not?
You OK with sitting on the bike for so long?
I'm a bit cold, but OK she says brightly.
OK, there is a super quiet place called Anjuna. Let's see how it looks by night.
Is it safe? What time is it now?
I don't know, but you're with me.
yeah OK. let's go.
It is late and quite dark. We ride on for another 45 minutes and get lost. While I think about the next turn, I (finally) spot another headlight. I decide to wait for them.
It's a motorcycle, it pulls up right in front of them and stops. It is on high-beam headlights. Bright.
Uhhh... Anjuna?
They pull up closer. it is the Police. Two constables looking very curiously at the couple. He pictures how we look. It's not looking too good. Not to a policeman in any case.
Why you want go Anjuna? Where are you from?
I start speaking in Hindi. Slowly and clearly.
They want to know why they are going there. A firang looking couple is asking directions to Goa's drug capital very late in the night. Not looking good.
I smoothly talk my way out of the mess in Hindi, laughing and explaining how lost we got on the bike.
The policemen escort us back towards calangute. It is a long ride home, taking close to an hour through the little streets of rural Goa.
It's time to go home and get some sleep.