Gotta go to Goa

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From Delight we came into existence.
In Delight we grow.
At the end of our journey’s close,
Into Delight we retire.
From: The Upanishads

We arrived back in Ft Cochin the town that has no cows but instead goats wandering about in sweltering heat, and ran around to 2 places we wanted to return to, for shopping and lunch. Our group gathered once again at Malabar Restaurant for our final dinner and some white glove service without the gloves, it was 110 degrees! Keri made a cute little speech in award format, repeating all our inside jokes. Frank got a sitar lesson from the band and tried to make some noise that didn’t sound bad. After we slowly said goodbye, cause we really didn’t want to leave, so we hope it isn’t goodbye but see you again sometime. We flew out of Ft Cochin on a early morning flight and after the lengthy scanning, searching ,
( separate lines for men and women here, women get scanned behind a curtain ) and a silly change in Bangalore for a 45 minute flight we finally arrived and promptly headed for the beach. It is a long stretch of beach filled with shacks offering food , drink and lounge chairs. After seeing a Kingfisher poster ( guys you know which one) and a table perfect for a sunset cocktail, we though of our new friends fondly and knew they would have liked it here too. We spent the evening at the night market , where we ate, drank ,shopped and saw some live music, including a beat box dude who uses his mouth to create the sounds.
We did a day trip to Old Goa to do the churches and temples. One church boasts the claim to be the oldest in Asia. The temples are dedicated to deity’s only known in Goa. After we dined in a outdoor restaurant called Casa Nostra that had cabanas over the tables, that played Italian music, now that was a switch .

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