Hey guys!!! Happy New Year! Hope this one brings only goodness, joy and cheer!
I struck something off my bucket list this year by going to Goa for the New Year. It was one massive adventure and insane amounts of fun!
It started off with an insane FIVE hour flight, stopping through Hyderabad and Pune. Now the direct flight is just 50 minutes. We flew for 45 minutes, landed, stayed on the plane for another 45 minutes, landed, stayed on the plane for 45 minutes and then flew for 30 minutes! Sheesh. By the time we reached Goa, we were totally ready to get off and run. Move our legs, not sit next to strangers and squalling babies. Yes, there were squalling babies on the plane, and of course, in the seat behind me. Not cool. Like my cousin, Smriti, said, planes need to have a soundproof, "family" class. All babies must go there.
Once we reached Goa, we made our way to our hotel, which also turned out to be an Irish pub called Molly Malones! So fun! We relaxed for a bit in the hotel and then, my friend Darren took our starving tummies out to lunch and a little tour of Goa with the churches, Portuguese houses and the long windy roads. Making our way back to the hotel, we then hit the Goa party scene! Good lord, I have never seen so many people and more over, so many men!
Smriti told me that parties where there is an over population of men are called "Sausage Fests". It took me a while to figure out why it was called that! Yes, yes, laugh all you want. She also introduced me to new words like "Cray-Cray". It means crazy, for those who are too busy laughing to grasp the meaning. Apparently it was in some song. But Smriti used it before the song came out. I still haven't decided how I feel about that!
Also, words like "totes", "ridic" and "lates" were used.
With day one done, we hauled out exhausted behinds back to the hotel at 4am (which is VERY late for me as my city shuts down at 11:30pm and you're in bed by midnight!) and we slept in. On day two, which is new years eve, we met my friends Suresh, Thomas and Krissy and went beach hopping, to Baga, Anjuna and Morjim. We ended up scouting some parties near Morjim, which was a massive adventure as they were hard to find and charged a whopping Rs. 5000 to "party till the sunrise". I'm sorry, I am not living my life according to Dancing Till The Sun Comes Out by Pixie Lott.
We ended up hanging out on the beach, in a shack with DJ Sergei spinning some tunes (clearly popular in Russia). It was his first gig and we were happy to support him. Now it was us five and a massive group of Russians on the beach dancing and celebrating. It was, in Goan terms, quiet. Now here is the fun part.
We danced with the Russians, well two Russian women, one of who was obsessed with my cousin's hair. She kept lifting it in wonder! It was hilarious. Another fun thing that happened was that we were all on the beach laughing and joking till some firecrackers (read rockets) came directly at us, chasing us down the beach! Yes it was a little dangerous, but hilarious also, because my cousin who isn't too fond of them was all "this is why crackers are bad!" Hahaha! It was funny. My new years consisted of dancing to Russian music with Russians and getting chased by firecrackers on a beach. Somehow, even my "quiet" new year was anything but!
Day three consisted of us going shack hopping on Baga, trying ice cream with liqueur, paneer tikka and just relaxing. Trying to catch up with everything that had happened on the 31st. It also didn't help that we had a flight at 4am, so we had to leave for the airport at 2am. So we wound up by 10 and decided to get a few hours of sleep.
All in all, it was fun and fantastic! I loved that we did it, but I can promise you one thing. Not again. I think I'm a very dinner, drinks and board games kinda gal!
I struck something off my bucket list this year by going to Goa for the New Year. It was one massive adventure and insane amounts of fun!
It started off with an insane FIVE hour flight, stopping through Hyderabad and Pune. Now the direct flight is just 50 minutes. We flew for 45 minutes, landed, stayed on the plane for another 45 minutes, landed, stayed on the plane for 45 minutes and then flew for 30 minutes! Sheesh. By the time we reached Goa, we were totally ready to get off and run. Move our legs, not sit next to strangers and squalling babies. Yes, there were squalling babies on the plane, and of course, in the seat behind me. Not cool. Like my cousin, Smriti, said, planes need to have a soundproof, "family" class. All babies must go there.
Once we reached Goa, we made our way to our hotel, which also turned out to be an Irish pub called Molly Malones! So fun! We relaxed for a bit in the hotel and then, my friend Darren took our starving tummies out to lunch and a little tour of Goa with the churches, Portuguese houses and the long windy roads. Making our way back to the hotel, we then hit the Goa party scene! Good lord, I have never seen so many people and more over, so many men!
Smriti told me that parties where there is an over population of men are called "Sausage Fests". It took me a while to figure out why it was called that! Yes, yes, laugh all you want. She also introduced me to new words like "Cray-Cray". It means crazy, for those who are too busy laughing to grasp the meaning. Apparently it was in some song. But Smriti used it before the song came out. I still haven't decided how I feel about that!
Also, words like "totes", "ridic" and "lates" were used.
With day one done, we hauled out exhausted behinds back to the hotel at 4am (which is VERY late for me as my city shuts down at 11:30pm and you're in bed by midnight!) and we slept in. On day two, which is new years eve, we met my friends Suresh, Thomas and Krissy and went beach hopping, to Baga, Anjuna and Morjim. We ended up scouting some parties near Morjim, which was a massive adventure as they were hard to find and charged a whopping Rs. 5000 to "party till the sunrise". I'm sorry, I am not living my life according to Dancing Till The Sun Comes Out by Pixie Lott.
We ended up hanging out on the beach, in a shack with DJ Sergei spinning some tunes (clearly popular in Russia). It was his first gig and we were happy to support him. Now it was us five and a massive group of Russians on the beach dancing and celebrating. It was, in Goan terms, quiet. Now here is the fun part.
We danced with the Russians, well two Russian women, one of who was obsessed with my cousin's hair. She kept lifting it in wonder! It was hilarious. Another fun thing that happened was that we were all on the beach laughing and joking till some firecrackers (read rockets) came directly at us, chasing us down the beach! Yes it was a little dangerous, but hilarious also, because my cousin who isn't too fond of them was all "this is why crackers are bad!" Hahaha! It was funny. My new years consisted of dancing to Russian music with Russians and getting chased by firecrackers on a beach. Somehow, even my "quiet" new year was anything but!
Day three consisted of us going shack hopping on Baga, trying ice cream with liqueur, paneer tikka and just relaxing. Trying to catch up with everything that had happened on the 31st. It also didn't help that we had a flight at 4am, so we had to leave for the airport at 2am. So we wound up by 10 and decided to get a few hours of sleep.
All in all, it was fun and fantastic! I loved that we did it, but I can promise you one thing. Not again. I think I'm a very dinner, drinks and board games kinda gal!
Beachy times!!!
Yes yes. I had to write in the sand!
My cousin Smriti and me at Molly Malones!
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