Dreadful to say but true, the wealthy Westerner guilt I’d felt in Mumbai began to fade away the moment we arrived in Goa (together with all the stress, anxiety and sweat we’d accumulated in the previous few days). As the sea breeze blew gently through the many coconut palms, we could feel immediately that life moves at a different pace in Goa, people are happier, more relaxed, appreciative that they live in this (relatively) wealthy little pocket of paradise. Our destination was Palolem, an idyllic curve of beach nestled between palm trees, where the only developments are a few restaurants and little clusters of coconut huts on stilts. The water of the Arabian sea is deliciously warm with gentle waves, the sand is soft and yellow, the beer is cold, the food is sensational and everything
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