Road Trip To The Forbidden Lands (Kinnaur, Lahaul & Spiti), In the forests and cold deserts of east Himachal

Posted by highopes, Jun 19 2009, 09:53 PM

78mm had a dream… to live in some of the most challenging conditions of life for a duration of 10 days…exploring a terrain that none of us ever imagined… together with like minded enthusiasts from various walks of life… who believed in their capability of living a dream. The content and purpose of the trip was not fully understood, neither was intended to, though there have been topics of speculation and interest ...throughout recorded in the history of dreams.

The fact, that you are tied (pillion) to your partner, means that you put an immense amount of trust in someone else's skill and ability – Touching the Void

28th May 2009 was when every one gets to meet their partners of the ride for the next 10 days …people with whom they will have breathe for the next 8,64,000 seconds…. almost every single of it. First day was planned to be an acclimatization and warm-up day for the thrill going to start from the next day. I guess every one had expectations and anticipations, but what was about to come… was beyond random and uncertain. An exhaustive day ended with activities like river crossing and hiking …last minute shopping and campfire dinner … but still maintaining the suspense & thrill of coming days.



We were soaked in rain within the first 30 minutes of the ride and by the end of the day, the smarter ones got an idea of the uncertainty they are moving towards… The nitty gritties of high altitude motoring, cold, damp and frosted weather, the absence of cell phone coverage…hmm good food, great people and an able crew. The deal doesn’t sound that bad and especially when…not every thing is planned!!!



The camera became the recluse over the next many hours of waking time activities. Many cameras, many more perspectives. A trek here, a cave there, a small lake named for the serpent goddess in rain, a challenging ride across the centre of HP into kinnaur, a camp in the base of sangla valley, nestled between snow covered ranges of kinner kailash along a raging river on the borders of Tibet, and us … we were checking out maggi at ‘Hindustan ka Akhiri dhaba’.



Then in one day’s ride, the lush green valleys of middle Himalayas transformed into a brown and barren landscape of the cold deserts. Water and food are sacred in these regions. Snow and cold weather make life extremely difficult for more than six months in any year. Even a casual observation of their reality is thought provoking enough for city dwelling professionals like us. What would it be like to have our life’s fabric woven around nature’s furiously changing colors? Could we be content with whatever the mountains bestow on us? … all we could do is to look around for answers.



After a night at the Tibetan monastery’s rest house in Tabo, and a morning spent exploring the unique cultural evolution of those remote parts of India, the ride took us to Kaza and Kibber, the world’s highest motorable village. A game of gilli danda with kids …a small chat with locals …observations …and awestruck faces … we came back to the camp site with mixed feeling of nostalgia, anger and bliss. NoMads shouldn’t get attached to destinations …thr love of life is the journey.



The ride next day was across spiti to Kunzum pass, which was open for traffic just a day earlier, and still had a lot of glacial snow, melt waters from which made a river on the road. A few participants who had never seen snow in their life trekked through knee deep slush and enjoyed it, while we were just amazed at the ability of border roads organization to make it possible for us to witness such a fierce terrain.



The ride of that day had the beauty, altitude and power to make us dread them mountains. But we kept going in-spite of freezing cold, very dangerous roads and fatigue. The temperature that night at camp was 5 degrees below zero. We all have a sense of fear in us, just like we all have our own definition of danger and thrill. But the essence of being alive is in facing the fear that tries to overcome us. It is the feeling of victory on one’s inhibitions. Or to put it in dew’s words …”Darr kea agge Jeet hai…” and literally this time.



The final day’s ride was more of the tough terrain for over 100 km, when a delay caused by a puncture in one of the bikes caused us to witness a sudden snowstorm towards the evening, , across Rohtang pass where our return to civilization happened earlier than expected: ‘business only’ attitudes, weekend tourist rush, traffic congestion on precarious roads. The roads became much smoother, the evening was spent relaxing and enjoying the Himachali folk dance. We celebrated a successful completion of our foray into the Forbidden lands. We all were dead tired … but the sense of the fact that it was the last night together … we made deliberate attempts to stay closer …I guess hardly anyone slept that night…. we just wanted to enjoy every bit of it … we just wanted to be tripped forever!!!



This rollercoaster of a 10 day break just opened a few new dimensions to our mind's own eyes… it has now became an inseparable part of our memories. We challenged our physical strength with will, hope and invincibility … only to bring the best out of ourselves.

Neither planning nor execution was flawless, there were problems …there were differences …not all was planned … nothing was routine …we followed our impulse and we faced the implications as a team.

We sincerely thank all the participants for trusting 78mm for 10 days of their life. I hope we did justice to your belief. We also pay our gratitude to Mountain Dew for supporting our concept and sponsoring merchandise to all the participants. We really lived …darr ke aage jeet hai!!!

Kasauli - Weekend Gateway from Delhi

Posted by highopes, Oct 16 2008, 12:52 AM

Some times there are rules to be followed, some times rituals and then some times you get so inspired to continue the trend that you don’t feel like breaking the rules defined by the inner you. So this time it is me who is trying to wordify our latest trip. aDaPtaTiOn...iMprOVisAtiOn... fREE yOUR mIND

With lots of ups and downs in the number of people joining us, our expected calculation turned out to be correct and in all 14 people turned out for a tempo traveler with a sitting capacity of 13. Not a bad calculation.

Plan was to start on Friday night and drive as far as around 320 Kms from “Crowded” Delhi to some where near the town Kasauli in Himachal. Get cozy in the lap of Mother Nature for a two days and a night and back to schedules on Sunday Night. We all already have so many planned events and time tables and “Schedules” in life, so we didn’t plan any thing more than this, this time.


Any event with the factor of uncertainty and risk involved in it, results into an Adventure. Our driver was aware of this definition, and involved risk and uncertainty both to prove it true. Within 2 hours of our start, the scene was… every one in the bus was awake with their eyes wide open & concentrating on the dark road, except …our adventurous driver. We all reached safely till Kalka with some four – five life threatening cuts and overtake and near miss experience but still all awake except one. Our last near miss was a just missed head-on collision with a truck… and this pulled the trigger. Unanimous decision was, not allowing driver to drive any further. Now responsibility was on the most experienced shoulders and our senior Prashant handled the wheels. And we took a diversion from Parmanu leaving the Shimla highway behind …towards our desination….i.e. some where close to Kasauli.




Next break was near a small water fall, its always refreshing to get wet in a chilled natural stream of water, especially when you are awake the whole night and had some five – six near death experiences. It took some time for us to come out of that night, which now was a story …like another feather in the caps of all the adventurers.


Freedom comes with a cost, and this time the cost was in the face of a mobile “Nokia N-XXX”. This tragedy happened when Narula lost his balance on a slippery rock and the mobile got the opportunity to jump out of his hand and get refresh in the chilled stream of natural water. Even this machine wanted a break from daily schedule. Good news was it was not Narula’s cell and bad news was …it was Mudit’s cell. So every one tried to compromise some where in between the good and the bad news, it took some time for Mudit to understand this calculation but he was fine then.

Lack of sleep and hunger demanded to reach base camp at the earliest and then suddenly, Prashant was instructed to park the bus on the side of that very narrow road. Confused, amused and shocked …of the incidents happened so far, every one was given one backpack with a sleeping bag and was asked to climb the mountain. There was a bit a passive resistance but by now every one was ready to take any thing.. head-on.



After trekking for couple of Kms with many mini breaks we reached our base camp. This temple was some 5 kms out side the town of Kasauli, in the isolation and free from human species. Mother was happy and weather was awesome, clouds floating under us, above us, on us, in us ….every where. The place was a retreat and I felt that entire struggle to reach here was worth it. This was a sweet little home for us for next 24 hours.

I saw every one sleeping at peace there; it didn’t matter whether they have comfort of bed or even a bed sheet for that matter. We slept like babies in mother’s lap, a sleep after …after long time.



No instructions, no planning and we got ourselves divided into teams. Team to collect wood for night’s bon fire, team to do arrangements for food, team to do sleeping arrangement ….etc… I think this is what we cant learn in books or in classes. These are survival instincts that we all have but we rarely trust.

I must say locals’ hospitality was so pure there that we got ??? in mind… is it for real??? And as I mentioned every thing comes with a cost, there hospitality had a cost of listening to them. It was difficult for them to keep mum. Stories and stories and then some more stories.

Bon fire and self cooked food and all of us together at that an high altitude … we all felt high ..very high that night. Camp fire + Jungle = Ghost Stories .. it is a formula I could never defeat. Few slept early .. few sitting alone in the cold… in the silence of jungle … and talking good old days … and few ..just listening to their favorite track. I think I just wanted to spend some time with Dhiru whom I met after years… we were tear apart from each other some time back without having time for goodbyes. Anyways …we were having …what we call …our bliss. Dhiru came with his friend to Delhi from Barmer.

No one can afford to miss the beauty of tht place for long and guys who slept early … got up early ..to continue what they left last night. I saw Jagrit S, taking a stroll all alone early in the morning.



Some went to explore a bit more … foot of Himalays. Rest …few lazy bums like me.. enjoying the morning tea …Deva proved all his cooking skill there. By now we were all well settled in our new home and didn’t even want to think about the inevitable …about packing our bags back. Jagrit mentioned it a couple of times but no one was purposefully paying attention to particularly this topic.

Soon two adventurers came back from trekking with few burses; it was JD who just managed to escape few falling rocks. With them they brought the good news … that all are safe and enjoying their trek on that difficult terrain.
One of the local villager came to pay his visit to that Mandir, informed us about the graveyard around that place and a few more such horrifying stories. He narrated it with such a simplicity as if it’s a normal regular scene for them to see supernatural things. It took us some time to understand the gravity of the situation, but we all were far more comic to get scared. Ya ..if this would have happened the night before, I know the scene would have been different.

Rest of the adventurers returned but this time with an injured elbow, it was Appy who paid the cost this time. He him self was behaving so normally that it didn’t hurt the mood a bit. It was latter, we realized about the hair line facture. I don’t know whether he was behaving normal for the sake of every one’s fun or he was actually not feeling pain… or it was the magic of morning black tea….I guess the former coz I have experienced a few unattended factures for more than 12 hours … but it hurts badly after that.

After having Alu ke Parathre in lunch, we all started packing. Souvenir of this trip was ceramic beer mugs, especially selected for this by Baba. He wrote the trip date on all the mugs with 78mmadventures.com on the side and handled it over to all the brave souls of the trip. Souvenir is now a ritual that we follow in all the trips.



We again divided ourselves into two teams, Sandy and group went to get the bus from the Kasauli parking, around 5 Kms from the base camp. Rest followed the trek to catch them at the point from where we started our trek the day before. This time also …there was a silent resistance among all. Some one among us wanted water to drink and said, plz wait for five mins. Then some one said its drizzling we’ll leave after five mins. Baba started playing his guitar, said….after 5 mins … all trying to change the inevitable .. and we left.



Some times the source of eternal bliss is not within and you feel happy because of the happiness around.

Finally both the teams got assembled for the last shot…... Tosh fixed the screen and handled the camera to the bus attendant… few poses with different shades. And we all started our journey back. All the happy souls soon realized …its not the end but a new beginning and I made a promise of paying a visit to mother more often.

The begining of Misadventures

Posted by highopes, Aug 25 2008, 02:46 AM

To understand the origin of adventure, you must go back to the misadventures...

This statement is inspired by Red Dragon, my inspiration also started sometime then… it actually goes like “To understand the origin of evil, you must go back to the beginning."
Let me take you some six – seven years back…2nd year at Pune, I just started living life…

Going on a road trip after the university exam is a kind of tradition, this time it was us following it.
4 guys …. 2 bikes ….and one headlight

We all assembled at Sushant’s place, it was 8:30 a.m., the plan was to start latest by 6:00 a.m. and surprisingly, not very late from the schedule.
9:00 we left for the bus stand, atleast that’s what his parents knew. I borrowed a Splender from a friend for a night out party at my other friend’s place, that’s what he knew. And we started towards Pashan and hoping a way from there to Harihareshwar, and that’s all we knew.

It was around 35 km from Pune, while crossing a Ghat on a very smooth journey, Surat’s bike broke down. (Surath, a bong happened to born in India…was trying to save on fuel while rolling down the ghat and to restart the ignition, put the first gear… resulted in breaking down the gear box.) As a result of saving Rs.5 of fuel, we all found ourselves stuck, off the road, within first hour of the journey. But all this couldn’t stop Surath, giving hundreds of explanations and justifications on how this saved fuel can be useful in adverse time and gyan on more of such stunts….we all should follow.


All said and done, but the fact was we were stuck on that Ghat with no idea about the problem or about the nearest mechanic shop. We made Surat to pull his bike for next 5 kms, till we find a small village with even small garage. I still cant imagine, what Sushant was feeling then, walking with his bag under sun middle of June. All he did wrong was, chose to sit pillion behind Surath. It was 11:00 by the time we reached that mighty garage.


We were totally unaware of the deep shit we got stuck into, and were enjoying the village scenes of Maharastra. Surath knew every single bolt of his bike or atleast used to pretend, was guiding the mechanic trying to understand the problem. We did not want to celebrate our exams in that shabby shop, decided to cash on this opportunity by exploring the village life. Three of us went walking, leaving Surath with the mechanic, discussing our plan to reach Harihareswar before dark …and…bitching about exams. That was stress buster actually. Chetan, being very optimistic and inspired by some of the bollywood masalas, was actually hoping to meet some goan ki gori there. And decided to take a stroll alone.

We came back to the garage at around 1300 , just to find that the mechanic, under the guidance of expert Surath, could not even able to identify the problem. This gave Chetan, a chance to vent out his frustration of not able to meet his dream gaon ki gori, and he gave some hool both to the mechanic and the co-mechanic Surath.

Things were getting hotter … temperature outside and inside, making us feel like fools, were able to cover just 40kms in 5 hours.

1500 the team discovered the problem, and Surath shouted in joy or pain ….gear box tut gya hai.. … identification of the problem, brought another problem with it and the mechanic explained, that part is not available any where in the village and we have to get it back from pune.

This was enough for Chetan, to get blast. All his love towards the village life and being into so less crowded and gori’s etc…. all vanished in a fraction, and he lost it on Surath. Now we had to go back to Pune on the other bike. Chetan decided to continue his journey in bus. He did not want to wait any more in that village. Soon, after having a look at the passing by government red colored buses, changed his mind.

Surath and I pushed off for Pune… searching for a replace … for his …more than thousand years old bajaj kb 125. I had never expected this even in my nightmares ….spending the day after exams …sweating …under the sun ….in Pune traffic ….and looking for some obsolete part for that bike. After searching in all the Peths of Pune, we reached back to that mighty garage, with the spare. 40kms from pune again at around 1830.

We found Chetan and Sushant sleeping on the stairs, they were struggling with their hangovers …. Due to an afternoon chilled beer.

2130 … got the bike out of that garage ….and after more than 12 hours we still were 40 kms from pune.

Now the problem was solved and we found ourselves aimless, standing on that road. 2200, wondering …what to do …which direction to go …where to go …even discussing …shd we go or not.

And then a road side Dhaba ..caught our attention …. Some Liquid and some solid….resulted in a very clear vision of reaching the destination …we set forth. I think this sudden decision was a result of the sprit …. I must say we were high sprit. We tought for a sec., as fully responsible students, being aware of the unknown road and dark night ahead of us, with two bikes and a single head light. We later realize, that we forgot to repair Surath’s bike’s head light. Anyways it didn’t matter now, all we could see was the destination.

2300 on road again …Chetan decided to handle the wheel ..and sitting behind …I was wondering …about my routine for the past few days …. And after doing some mental calculations, I found that I haven’t slept for the past 54 hours. (night before exam – preparation, night after exam – celebration , and on road since then) this made me feel a little tired.

Chetan and I changed seats, driving alternatively ….but Surath was the only driver on his bike, Sushant was familiar only with Scooty and not with bikes then. We moved on… with less breaks and long stretches ….and with that speed…we knew we would reach thr very soon.

0100 … touched the great Western Ghats …government had decided to reconstruct roads there, an occasional good decision, but unfortunately bad timing for us..we reached there before they completed what they planned…. Our fault!!! …and we had to suffer …. Because of this construction, the road on the ghat was in pathetic condition. In fact, I would say…calling that stretch as road …is an insult to the great Indian roads. It was so bad that… many times we had to get down from bikes …. walk ahead to actually see if there’s some way ahead … or are we heading into a deep fall. Surath’s bike with no head light…making it all the very difficult to move on… My introduction with darkness…wheels…and endless journeys.


One good thing on the ghats was …there was no choice of turns …we just have to go straight ..where ever the road is going. If we have not taken any wrong turn some 3 hours back … we still are on the right path. The option of getting lost was weak. But after the ghats ..roads got better but with more diversions and changes of worng turn. On every crossroad after the Ghats …we were stuck …which way to go… some times trusting our gut and next time waking some one from sleep …asking for directions.

At around 0400, we touched Mumbai-Goa highway ….we were on that national highway only for about half an hour, but the fast moving buses and trucks …kept us aware of the reality and making our decision, to reach our destination, more stronger.

After taking detour from the highway... and at around 0500 … we saw a signboard reading …XXXXXXXX -15km (Some thing similar to the village, we anted to go)……we felt delighted… and hence excited… to reach our destination on time … and took that turn…….and after riding for 15km …realized …that this was a different place …and the place we wanted to go was XXXXXXXX .. a small spelling mistake made us travel for 30 extra kms and around an hour.

It has been 60 hours …no sleep for me ... dawn was forcing me to sleep … and I just escaped a fall from the bike … it was a small power nap..

Around …0700 ….we were there…this time we confirmed the spelling atleast 5 time …and that was it… all our struggle …throughout night …was over… we again got delighted and hence over excited … couldn’t control our emotions …and just rushed our vehicles in any turn we found.

That was not the end of our adventure …. we reached the right place …. but our over excitement resulted in both the bikes …in different directions …. And we were lost ….


0830 …after searching for all the possible places in that village … Chetan and I was standing on that endless coast on the kokan …. Chetan again loosing temper …and making Surath responsible for all this …he zoomed so fast …and we couldn’t cope up with the speed ….

Ohhh a secret …or we being very pre planned … not sure of whether will get it at the destination …. we were caring liquor ….with us ….from Pune only …and this was the major reason to be thr…to get sloshed …..in wilderness
Chetan lost it and goes like …screw all … and lets do ..what we are here for … open the bottles …and lets have it … and if its there luck, let them suffer and if not…they will find us …

Controlling Chetan’s temper for some more time …at 1130 … we saw Surath’s bike parked on one of the beaches...

1200. finally we met… after exchanging some abuses… and after getting our cool… decided how to spend the time… whatever was remaining.

We were in the water… and as soon as I first splashed… on that obscure konkan beach … all the tiredness and irritation went off… lying down on the beach... in hot June… we had our first sip of hot neat vodka ….there was no fifth person on the beach.

1830 went to our room… a home stay… we accommodated our selves in a single room… at some local’s house... Cheap… and comfortable…

We ordered some fish ... and rice ….for dinner and were enjoying talking about the ride …and sipping our drinks. And after every peg …it was Chetan …fighting with any one of us …..*that was default ….and was happening from last two years …Chetan + Vodka = Fight (and a song from MI2)

We decided to count cash… every one is left with…Those days, we didn’t used to have common account on trips. (actually it was the learning from this trip only) Soon we realized that we were running short of money ….. not enough to pay for the room and the food that was already ordered…

We rushed to the owner …with a U turn in our attitude … and requested him to cancel 2 of four thallis ….and explaining him about our condition ….the generous man … understanding the student in us … offered the four thallis in price of two…(food was already cooked .. and giving us was the only option for him…)

We Kept Rs.100 spare for the back journey …and gave rest all to that man. The thought …that it took some whr around Rs.1500 extra …on the bike while coming …apart from petrol…. made all of us sleep on time…0200

Got up at 0700 …. On the bike by 7:30 …. Had to rush …I couldn’t afford to reach Pune any time latter than 1200 …had to withdraw cash from my college bank …and had to leave for home in the evening train….

I reached almost 5 mins before the bank closes …. All these days without sleep …and a continues return ride …. Made me look …very unlike me .. Casher of our college bank …refused to identify me …. Had to show my id card …and exam card …. and few references …and then got my own money ….managed to catch the train …but without reservation ….


Long time since then, but it still makes me wonder some time … the addiction of the misadventures of life … off beat tracks … unknown destinations …. and the curious rascal in us…

This is the only pic I have of the trip, return journey. I hope after reading this Surath will share few more pics with me…. Its been six years man…

EPILOGUE to “A Cross Country RollerCoaster”

Posted by highopes, Aug 8 2008, 10:14 PM

This Adventure log is an epilogue to “A Cross Country RollerCoaster” by Jeet a.k.a. Cipher

05.00 hrs
liftoff....

We still have a distance to go…
I (without resisting for a moment (a very rare scene)) got up!!! And when we are about to vacate the room, alarm rang, its 5:30 a.m., we are up before the time. (Again a very rare occasion). I still wonder was it the effect of last night’s cheap wine or the aroma of Rs.100/night room or was it the excitation to reach our destination ….but it doesn’t matter…

After exchanging a few stares, I decided baba should ride in the chilling morning …
It was a clear morning… as we wished… but was it a new face of nature… or just another morning in an asleep Karnataka village... and then suddenly this clear morning was overpowered by fog… cloudlike… which got intense… and dense till we decided to stop at a road side tea stall…we’re were careful in riding.

After having fresh tea ….we decided to move ahead without being aware of what nature is holding for us next …. It was a combined effect of tea and morning fag... It was a deep groan indicative of a coming gut draining bliss … middle of …I don’t know where …coz what matters the most then was … the urgency of download….


We got off the road … on our feet ….and off we were running searching for …dew wet leaves …and making us invisible in the greenery ….we latter realized that the our impatient attempt to find leaves resulted in burses … we were not yet expert is selecting leaves ….


Then we covered long morning stretches with lesser breaks … and from Tumkur we were on the four lane highway …the one we rejected initially …. Straight road to the destination …..The latter part is not worth words …full of traffics ….and pollution …. I don’t know …if we were tired ….or it was pollution …. We were getting irritated ….we were not able to maintain our speed …and our target to reach our destination on time … I think the culprit was innumerable red lights ….

And finally we were able to cover some 1400 odd km …. Some 64 odd hours …. And our longest road trip yet…..and thr we were standing under a gigantic Hanuman ji … in Bangalore and next to him was standing our treasure….jack…

Kaleidoscopic Goa…. Adventure of your own kind

Posted by highopes, Jul 24 2008, 01:34 AM

Goa has always been a major attraction for young bloods and its true …every student must explore it at least once. This is like the minimum criteria or basic standard… today !!! one has to clear. I have been to Goa many times … and always find’s it as mysterious as ever. I have read about junkies coming from different parts of the globe to goa …some of them stay here for years ….few for life. So what’s there in goa that can mesmerize people to make a decision of life time. I can bet… you can never solve it …if you are going there as a tourist, you can never find the hidden jewels of goa, one need to have some extra time to explore and understand its pace and need to move your butt around it ….to different places …..to find a corner t….hat suits you the best.

During my last visit, I reached goa at around 6’O clock in the morning ..on my bike from Bangalore. A continuous ride of 24 hours …. One of our friends was suppose to meet us at Baga beach and we headed directly there. I have heard and read a lot about this beach but it failed to appeal any attraction to me and could not keep me there for more than an hour. We then moved towards Anjuna beach to find a decent and cheap shack to rest our bums which were in real bad shape. Anjuna was better than baga preciously because it was early in the morning and we reached there before the crowd. We found it peaceful and could able to get a room for Rs.200 per day for three of us, was a good deal and we stayed.
We got up at around 2’O clock ..and anjuna was also flooded with people … I was still confused how can anyone stay in a place like this forever. And I decided to explore. After burning more fuel and time, I found many such joints ..which were not only addictive but can also force you to stay longer ….these hang around places were not on the beach but …close by ..and people of different color were enjoying purple color of the life … taste differs from place to place …some juice bars plays pink floyd … some small coffee shops …making it trance…. some other under shade of a tree …. these junkies have rented rooms close by …stay there for days … meet new people ..all having same passion towards ..getting high and music ….this was a picture of a normal day life there… get up at noon … sit around … get high … read something …or listen to good music …. Go to the beach occasionally …. And just chill out …. No restriction of any sort ….and then the real high time … that’s trance on the rocks … that night it was at Hill top … free entry …. Great music … and great high …. You really can meditate there if you are of high kinds …. It was during off season …and a normal day … and hence the party started at 4:00 p.m. and went till 10.pm. …not bad … rave parties like this …is normal there …. If u r thr in season … this goes whole night …. But with season …it gets over crowded …. Depends on ur taste … I really enjoyed that night … it reminds me of my college days ….


This was a normal day in north goa … but if u are really not of this kinds … and like to enjoy some good beaches …and less crowd ….go to the south … some whr around 60km down south form panjin …is palolem …grt place … very quite … and very peaceful … during day time … u can sit in ur shake ..rest … enjoy in water … have couple of drinks at the beach side bars … and at night … these beach side bars …play good music … whole night …. Can even enjoy the moonlight swim …grt place to relax ….


And if you are a group of friends …really want to go to some deserted beaches … have your own camping gears ….and enjoy camp fire and tents …and music on ur own ….you got to go in some of the villages of goa …. I experienced one in south goa …. you take right from Margoa ..instead of going straight on the NH 17 … take this road towards villages …. Some where after 20 km ..and after crossing small villages …u can select any isolated beach for camp …. Just check if u need some approval or support from locals thr …. I camped near a village called something like …Salery and this guy called Mahesh gave us a boat ride in the backwaters of goa …we spent a night there in wilderness ….had our own tents … campfire …guitar …. High …. And was grt experience …. Waves were singing lullaby … we found our self very close to nature that night…



This was just a very limited view of what goa can offer …. I am sure …anyone who is ready to go …a little beyond the face of goa ….can find his taste of adventure in that land of Portuguese…