Goa Goa gone

Goa Goa Gone
Our last morning in Goa before our flight to Cochin.
Am I really feeling romantically inclined to Morjim Beach? Experiencing slight fondness for that beach off the beaten track – the one we chose after 3 days of searching, the one where we travelled one hour each way in a taxi, through tiny old but busy villages, red dust swirling through the open windows, a clout to the head everytime the taxi jolted over stones and head met roof, the journey where you would hold the last remaining contents in your body tightly.
Yes indeed I am….
The sign above the entrance to the beach….
Smell the sea, feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly.
Walking outside our hotel on the first day, we were met with “taxi” “taxi” taxi” “taxi” “taxi” etc etc. don’t like the look of him….mum to Dani ….or him….Dani to mum….until Sattay came along….he looks alright ….mum to Dani….yeah ok….dani to mum. He was hired for the four days – tad late on occasions – but that’s a slight Germanic streak I have inherited.
Hidden jems an hour away from the heaving, thriving, dusty, busy town of Calangute.