end of the day, armabol beach, goa
february 1st 2006

I have no idea what I did on this particular day. All the days blended seamlessly. Each began with two glasses of milk coffee had at a large wooden farm table. Some days I followed the coffee with fruit, yogurt muesli for breakfast, on others I had an omlette. Heavy decisions.

One day we took the ferry to Tiracol Fort and on the way we stopped to talk to some migrant workers desilting the river. The children of the workers were captivating and I took shot after shot while they goofed off for the camera. That afternoon ended with a surprisingly good bowl of spaghetti aglio e olio in a hole-in-the-wall italian joint in Arambol. One day we went to Anjuna. Was it Anjuna? Now I am beginning to forget. The rest of the time was spent rescuing starfish from low tide, thinking up yummy dishes to persuade the hotel owners to cook, and generally being a sun and sea worshipping, tender-coconut drinking, laze-about. Oh, and there was that French apple and almond pie.

I need to go back there. Now.
Anyone up for a road trip?