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1.4# RED ON THE ROAD

 

I woke up with a mission, since it was the last full day of our vacation in Goa. My mind often becomes a House of parliament as any holiday end approaches. Almost like debating and passing bills on topics of 'where to go' and 'what to eat' before I return to the rozmarra ki zindagi (daily routine life). Planning for my big tummy and a greedier mouth requires utmost sincerity and meticulousness :D We decided on (more like I decided ;) :p ) one of my favourite breakfast places - Cafe Chocolatti in Calangute. The ambience of this place is a class apart. Green and serene. We ordered for a carrot cake, a sandwich, a chocolate shake, an orange juice and another cheesy toasty sort of thing. Good food! though it was too heavy for an early day meal (as I found out after wolfing down the spread *Oopsie*). Got to tell you their desserts are always the biggest pullers! Mr. Bling must be thanking his stars that only one cake slice found its way in my tummy. Because the sugar rush left him with a face of a bird poop hit person. Picture this --> I snatched the scooter key, threw my bag at him and ran towards what would be my toy for the next one hour. Well, he didn't look half bad carrying a brown tassle bag on his shoulder ;) Such a sport! Especially knowing I didn't have a driving license copy with me at that time and neither have I ridden a scooter more than twice in my life. Let's just say, the scooter and I wanted to know each other better. And Mr. Bling wanted to NOT know any traffic cop the next one hour of our lives. 

I turned the engine on..accelerated.. and immediately searched for the brakes as it dawned upon me in a mini-second that I'm riding on Indian roads and lane driving is a blasphemy here. *eye roll* A few matrix-world belonging scooty riders whizzed past me, but before that could get a reaction from me something else did. *Dhak Dhak* There was a super sonic beating heart which I could feel behind me. Mr Bling's hands clutched my shoulders with all his power for support. Even though he didn't admit he was leaving a trail of proverbial shit bricks :D :p Poor thing, didn't even blink and to be honest nor did I. "Just don't make me a murderer god". I prayed hard and it must've been heard, because exactly ten minutes later ... except for a cut wound on the leg of my pillion rider, no one got hurt. Heyyy don't judge yet!...I'm not a bad rider! I atleast did a decent job of keeping all the humans on the road safe and alive. Just one got hurt, that too of my own gang and that too because, when I braked suddenly his legs were folded higher than normal and it got scratched on the metal (even today we are debating on the exact playout ). But seriously, what fun riding a scooter! Zip zapping on the road in such a super weather. But how all good things come to an end, my adventurous ride did too. A little away from Morjim beach... must've been that "I'm caught" expression I started giving from afar to the cops who were busy taking precious green and pink crispies from apparent defaulters. So, I stopped the scooter, but right then I saw an old colleague and in excitement left the running engine with Mr Bling & the cops to say my hellos somewhere else. Upon returning, I realized the last 500 rupee note we had, was sitting in a new family - The cop's bundle of notes. Meanwhile, I saw this foreigner couple next to us parting ways with notes many more than ours. My heart ached considering how precious currency has become now. Demonetization. We quickly moved away returning to our original seats. Advice: Always carry your driving license when riding/driving in Goa. Word.

We reached Morjim beach 20 mins later. Now, this one is where the least number of hooligans and cows are to be seen. It wasn't very crowded, infact kind of dead. Not many shacks and this in the season upswing. I'm not complaining as such...just saying. We lounged on the deck chairs at the beach shack and ordered some Indian food, which we ate looking out to the setting sun. Orange sky and the pleasurable sound of the sea waves was a lovely setting indeed.

And this setting called for a Kings beer to be complete. A Goa tourist's favourite. Mr Bling who was visiting Goa for the first time hadn't heard of it, but seemed to be enjoying it nonetheless. We rode around the area, absorbed the flavour, hunted for an ATM and guess what? There was no queue at the ATM and it was cash loaded! In today's time definitely something to feel victorious about.

The next morning was our scheduled flight, but I had zero intentions of boarding it. After practicing my innocent-pleading look, I stepped out of my room only to meet the same look on Mr Bling's face. No time wasted on convincing each other and the trip was extended till the weekend! Hurrrrayyy! But what about the room extension? I wanted to continue staying in these spacious cottages the next two days, so we sprinted to the reception where the super sweet staff made sure our plan stayed as we wanted:) On second thoughts, I remember the women staff being quite charmed by Mr. Bling. I also remember him being called 'sweeeeeeeeet' and 'niiiiceee' by them more than thrice. Ahem ahem

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