Goa Travelogue Day 1

One fine morning during the month of last February we decided for a quick weekend trip to Goa. We (read, I) were stressed out, depressed to death and hoping desperately for a change. And when it comes to refreshment, what could be the better destination than our good old beautiful Goa?
It was a long way from Calcutta to Goa; four hours flight. Ours was a one stop flight. Many people got off the plane in Mumbai and many more boarded. Now the entire flight was filled with tourists, both Indian as well as foreigners. When our plane finally touched the runway of Dabolim airport, it was one o' clock in the afternoon and 32 degree Celsius outside. Dabolim is a defense airport and photography is strictly prohibited there. But it is incredible India after all and we are even more incredible Indians. A middle aged man got severely scolded by an army man for clicking photos of the airport. Seriously, when will these people learn to respect rules and disciplines??
We had planned to stay near Baga beach which was in North Goa. Dabolim was situated at the southern part of Goa, so we had to take a cab. There were many options available to commute from the airport. We opted for prepaid taxi, deciding it was the fairest option. It was about 40 kilometers to our destination from Dabolim. The afternoon sun felt pretty strong, but the cool sea breeze was making it fairly pleasant. We went there during the end of February and it was the time of the famous Goa carnival. The entire city was decorated with gates and colourful masks everywhere.
When we finally reached Baga, we were dog tired and famished. We had spotted a sea food restaurant just outside the gate of our resort. We hit the place for lunch after a quick shower. I usually never miss to click photos when I am eating something special, but this time I was just too busy filling up my growling stomach.
In the evening we decided to explore the famous Saturday night bazaar at Arpora. It took us around 15 mins from Baga to reach there in car.

The night bazaar was something I had never experienced before. One can taste the flavour of pretty much the entire India here. From Rajasthani mojris to Tibetan trinkets, the market has everything to attract tourists. But, everything was a bit overpriced, given that Goa is the 'poor people's Hawaii' to foreigners.

A live band performance was going on in the middle of the bazaar. People were standing and sitting here and there around the stage, enjoying the music and cheering the band.

On our way back, we chose to walk. We spotted several open air restaurants, beachwear and junk jewellery shops, tattoo parlours and liquor shops on both side of the roads everywhere. Tourists were passing by on bikes and scooters. Two wheeler are the most popular and cheapest way of transportation in Goa. We wanted to taste some local cuisines in dinner, so we ordered chicken vindaloo and steamed rice along with Goa's famous port wine. 

There were many shacks on the beach, we had our dinner in one of them. We met a jovial Nepali boy there, he was our waiter. He was always smiling and cracking jokes and won our hearts in the nick of time. For the next two days, we had our dinner at that shack only. :-)