Goa is extremely different than the rest of India. You can wear a bathing suit and shorts without getting overly stared at. You can order a beef burger, which I did once and should’ve known that in a place where cows are regarded as holy that it wouldn’t be the best burger I’ve ever had, but the temptation was too much to resist. You can have all the $1 Kingfishers your heart desires. It’s really pretty glorious.
We first came to Palolem Beach and stayed at Cuba Havana in these adorable, colorful beach bungalows recommended by fellow travel friend Taryn, who stayed there last year. Our main activities in Palolem Beach consisted of lounging on the beach, swimming in the ocean, enjoying Kingfishers at sunset and the silent disco on Saturday night.
After a few nights, we headed up the coast to Anjuna Beach. More beach bungalows. More beach lounging. Sunset shopping at the local flea market. Ladies night with free cocktails at Club Cubana and dancing till sunrise. Said night out almost caused us to miss our train to Mumbai. We arrived twenty minutes late and by some stroke of genius, our train arrived twenty-two minutes late.
I really, really liked Goa and Palolem Beach in particular. But I’m definitely a beach person. One last side note, it’s easy to get a taxi from Palolem Beach to Anjuna Beach and it’s only about a two-three hour drive. It’s also easy to forget your passports when you check out of the Cuba Havana Beach Bungalows and you don’t realize till you’ve arrived in Anjuna. Thank goodness for our sweet cab driver returning to get them for us, but we had to kiss goodbye our bargained cab price which quickly doubled for the retrieval.