On the afternoon of Sunday, we approached the beach, by the way Nanu Beach, past two beautiful and green rice fields. In the thread of the phone every evening, there is a kingfisher. In the rice
a man spreads a powder, maybe fertilizer and the background and the buffalo graze peacefully coexist with the cranes.
is Sunday and the beach is filled with families of Margao, and youth who play soccer, cricket, a sort of game but with a trunk handkerchief, ball or shot with a rubber ring.
The beach bustles, but little 4 or 5 chitringuitos. We seek and catch clams. We are joined by a girl of about twelve years asking us and asks us to> "Show me to catch them". Maria Luisa starts rummaging with the girl and soon there are more than two dozen large almejas.Juanan beautiful and makes a raft along the shore to be filled with the tide, to keep them inside a rubber sandal.
all play. The entire beach toys, only while the sun is falling and reaching reflected on the broad arena.
All this has nothing to do with Arambol, Morjim and North Goa where were the other dia.Alli if Russians and Israelis turistas.Cientos loud, drink beer and eat tiger prawns without stopping at any of the dozens of bars one after another is happening on the beach. We find it difficult to recognize the almost deserted beach we saw three years ago. And in Morjim, where one afternoon we were with sonia, Samu and Virpy, and where only, and only had a small snack bar, a display panel with drawings and photos of turtles were laying eggs, now is surrounded by seven large bars and two lines sunbeds and parasols.
The man who cares for the turtles stand tells us that last year there were six nests with eggs and this year only three. ? And the next? ? There will be some?
At night lights a winding cord runs along the beach and lost in the distance. Are the bars where there are more tables than tourists, and all-encompassing.
We climbed a long, steep street, where they happen without any cutting shop again and pants, shirts, beads, bars, extending at least two kilometers.
But we turn to the south. At least in our Betalbatim there are still rice fields, buffaloes and Sunday afternoons invades the beach, yes, but Indians who go to bathe wearing their Sharis, trousers and shirts, but even some Russian walks clueless in a bikini, that have not heard that in India.
This corner of Goa still remains and survive the onslaught tourist, Russians and Israelis now.
In this corner still enjoy the quiet and everyday life in the days pass slowly, from the first croak of ravens to the barking of dogs at midnight, and which still enjoys a fish market where 10 or 12 euros you can buy clams, shrimp, squid and fish for three days. Therefore
Here is where we stay and hope to return.
a man spreads a powder, maybe fertilizer and the background and the buffalo graze peacefully coexist with the cranes.
is Sunday and the beach is filled with families of Margao, and youth who play soccer, cricket, a sort of game but with a trunk handkerchief, ball or shot with a rubber ring.
The beach bustles, but little 4 or 5 chitringuitos. We seek and catch clams. We are joined by a girl of about twelve years asking us and asks us to> "Show me to catch them". Maria Luisa starts rummaging with the girl and soon there are more than two dozen large almejas.Juanan beautiful and makes a raft along the shore to be filled with the tide, to keep them inside a rubber sandal.
all play. The entire beach toys, only while the sun is falling and reaching reflected on the broad arena.
All this has nothing to do with Arambol, Morjim and North Goa where were the other dia.Alli if Russians and Israelis turistas.Cientos loud, drink beer and eat tiger prawns without stopping at any of the dozens of bars one after another is happening on the beach. We find it difficult to recognize the almost deserted beach we saw three years ago. And in Morjim, where one afternoon we were with sonia, Samu and Virpy, and where only, and only had a small snack bar, a display panel with drawings and photos of turtles were laying eggs, now is surrounded by seven large bars and two lines sunbeds and parasols.
The man who cares for the turtles stand tells us that last year there were six nests with eggs and this year only three. ? And the next? ? There will be some?
At night lights a winding cord runs along the beach and lost in the distance. Are the bars where there are more tables than tourists, and all-encompassing.
We climbed a long, steep street, where they happen without any cutting shop again and pants, shirts, beads, bars, extending at least two kilometers.
But we turn to the south. At least in our Betalbatim there are still rice fields, buffaloes and Sunday afternoons invades the beach, yes, but Indians who go to bathe wearing their Sharis, trousers and shirts, but even some Russian walks clueless in a bikini, that have not heard that in India.
This corner of Goa still remains and survive the onslaught tourist, Russians and Israelis now.
In this corner still enjoy the quiet and everyday life in the days pass slowly, from the first croak of ravens to the barking of dogs at midnight, and which still enjoys a fish market where 10 or 12 euros you can buy clams, shrimp, squid and fish for three days. Therefore
Here is where we stay and hope to return.
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