(^44) Arambol
As our shack was made of woven palm leaves, we hoped for clear skies. One
could see both in and out of the shack and it didn’t offer a great deal of privacy.
Arambol was utterly different from the rest of India—one could scarcely believe
it was the same country. Coming from the more conservative countryside, it was
surprising to see ageing foreign men jogging along the water’s edge in no more
than a G-string. Still, this was the beauty of Goa. I loved Goa for its freedom to
be yourself and it was thus home to many alternative minds.
The beach was a fascinating place where everyone went about their own
business, from morning exercises to yoga. Amanda and I even invested in
bathing suits. We stayed and stared, ate, drank, and swam until it was time to
move on.
leana
(Leana)
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