Mar 21, 2005
As I head south, Goa was a natural break for this journey, as it passes into its second year. Sometimes it's good to recharge, to leave the camera in the coco hut, to do nothing, chat once in a while with a neighbor coco hut resident, and to write very little about doing nothing in this Travelog.
For one day, however, I visited Old Goa and its ancient Portugese churches including the Bom Jesus Basilica where St. Xavier was buried. The most interesting thing that happened to St. Xavier happened after he died: his body just wouldn't decay. Even after hundreds of years, the body still remained, more or less, with no mundane explanation. "Let's see how much he has decomposed this time," the people said, with faith in their hearts, at the decadal showing of the body.
On my last morning in Goa, I boarded a morning train for Hampi, leaving from the Margao Station heading east over the Western Ghats into the Deccan Plateau.
For a week, I relaxed in Goa at Castello's Coco Huts in Benaulim, right on the beach. This was a time of not doing much at all, reading, catching up on things, and enjoying the beach and waters of the Arabian Sea. The heat of summer had come to Goa, as the white sun traveled on a high arc into the sky. Sweat covered my body for most of the day, making swimming even more pleasant. In the early morning, the air was still cool, good for walks on the beach. The beach season at Goa was nearing an end, as dozens of shacks, food stalls, and beach restaurants were almost empty, even as the moon reached its peak fullness. Their emptiness belied yet alluded to a winter Goa, with its full moon parties and thousands of beachgoers.