As so Goa it was.
And it was goood.
Palolem, in South Goa, gets my vote on Lonely Planet for the best beach paradise in the world. It had my vote when I first stayed there around 7 years ago, and every successive trip had me longing for more.
And part of the charm of staying in this beach paradise are the stilted beach huts that are dismantled and stored away every year in the monsoon. If you don't stay at a beach hut, with its paper thin walls then you miss out on hearing the waves crashing on the shore every night, you miss out on waking up to the sight of the sea outside your balcao, and the sight of a sand- littered floor.
And the 6pm onwards happy hours at the bars, the who-cares-a-damn-if-you-are-too-fat-for-your-swimsuit attitude among all and sundry, the trance parties that carry on from 8pm till 4am, the lying on the sand and watching the a group of Israelis drumming up a frenzy till the wee hours, oh and the squid the fish and the prawns !!
A parallel universe created by the sea, the sand and the experience that is Palolem.
