Hey, how’s the weather in Minnesota?
(Sorry. That was uncalled for. I’m ashamed of myself. Really. I’ve been trying to refrain for days, but I caved. Don’t hate us.)
Our latest stop in India is in the tiny beach town of Agonda, near the Euro-holiday hotspot of Goa. We are staying in a “beach hut.” It’s just a platform, four plywood walls, and a hay-and-tarp roof. These huts are raised and removed every year around the monsoon season, so they are simple and cheap. (And yes, there’s an attached bathroom.) Think of it as beach camping, but with a comfy bed. 🙂
Our hut has a view of the ocean. In fact, the waves are so loud that they wake me up at night. Oh, life is hard! But the heat here is oppressive mid-day, so we avoid the beach then. Instead, Simon naps or plays under the huge, tarped roof that covers several huts. We sit on our front porch or have a lassi at the open-air restaurant about 25 yards away.
Sunrise and sunset are the best times for the beach, and all the tourists come out to walk then. In the mornings, there’s a lot of beach yoga. In the evenings, we see some locals fishing. It’s very laid-back: no big condos or hotels, just a string of beach huts for about a mile of curved beach, capped with tall hills at either end.
So here’s something that takes some getting-used-to. Cows. On the beach. Sea cows. Moo. Cows are welcome everywhere in India, so that means that you’ll find them wandering through towns, on the highway, in school yards. I thought I’d grown accustomed to it, but there’s still something jarring about cows on the beach.