Goa II

Just ended watching Season 5 and Jon Snow getting betrayed and murdered (GoT watchers, you got me).
Life is lending me a lot of free time and sedentary days. I see these days as my days of contemplation, boredom, anger, annoyance, journaling and writing, bonding and a few more activities accompanying today's human world. 
This is going to be the last post about my two-month solo trip. 

The cycling trip to Galgibaga Beach was one laborious task. One-fourth way covered and my bottle full of water ended up with a few drops. I found a place to park my cycle in front of a two-storied house and under a tree. A woman walked out the door and I requested her to refill my bottle. The house had three dogs, expending their energy barking at me. I continued cycling in the scorching heat once the lady returned the bottle. I stopped near a tower which looked like an abandoned lighthouse. The road offered me rippling mirages in front and dried out area with a few green plants on both sides. The bridge over the Talpona River and the way beyond looked alive with people around.

Struggling to reach Galgibaga Beach 

and little eerie observations 

seem worth a break 

Talpona River, clicked while crossing the bridge

The bridge over Talpona River

 The long way seemed lonely (sometimes!)

So lonely that even a train can generate some sort of excitement 

On my way back to Palolem, 

I am sure I would have dived 

if it weren't for my wounded foot

There were moments in hostel where we all would sit together, have long conversations, play a game, drink, listen to music and relax. During my six days, there were some leaving and some joining in. If you happen to stay for a month, I am sure you will get to meet many to hang out with and all the unplanned days will just plan themselves out.
On the day of leaving Palolem, I had a sullen face and a determination to come back with a long time in hand. I met a cheerful guy from Hyderabad to share some of my remarkable experiences during the small bus journey from the travel agency to the main bus. 
After Goa, I went to Mumbai. I was invited to Les Roches by a CS member. Unfortunately and embarrassingly, it was a party for the trendy and pretty men and women who knew how to dance Salsa. I happened to see Kunwar Amar and Macedon Dmello (Dil Dosti Dance actors) in the same party. My presence was an ephemera in a very glamorous side of the city which is the contrary of my low-budget travel lifestyle.

With all my heart, I wish to travel more. And as I will travel, I will keep on sharing my happiness.

Also, there is no perfect time to be grateful.

Thank you for your little contribution in taking out the time to read my words.

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