The following dawn brought with it a breakfast of bread, jam and butter. We made a call to get our own jeep and scooty for the rest of our trip. The Jeep was this battered-up white vehicle, which when driven gave the impression hat it might just collapse into a heap of nothingness. The driver's seat had been adjusted to it's frontmost position and then welded, so that driving was really uncomfortable especially for tall people, such as Abhinav who barely managed to fit into the seat. Thus the car had to be driven by vertically challenged individuals, who rushed in to save the day with much glee. But the jeep was also one of the coolest things about the Goa trip and if you're ever going to Goa, do hire a jeep and make sure that you collect the registration certificate for the car, do not accept any bullshit from the car rental agency on that particular item. The Activa was a sleek silver fish ready to cut through the air at speeds unimaginable to the minds of us mere mortals. There was a fierce debate which raged throughout the trip, well not exactly the entire trip, right up until the point when we encountered a Mr. Osman Carvalho, on which vehicle gave a better "feel". I say that though the scooty was fun the real mood of Goa was captured when I was in the jeep.
We decided to visit Fort Aguada, where we thought Dil Chahta Hai had been shot. But first, off to the petrol station. The thing about Goa is that there aren't very many petrol pumps, so you'll have these roadside vendors selling you fuel in 1l bottles. We managed to find one who was in this narrow street just off the main road. Mulle drove to the shop and was just thinking about how much fuel to tank up on, when we suddenly saw Abhinav waving towards us. We waved back, cursed him a little and then shouted back "Saale, tu yahaan par aaja..." but to no avail. Mulle reversed and when we were within shouting distance we heard Abhinav shouting "Oye Ashish tumahare saath hai kya...?" We looked at each other and then replied "Nahi woh toh tere saath tha..." Yup Ashish got carvalhoed :)! Apparently he had been trying to teach Abhinav how to drive the scooty, but before he could get his backside on the pillion seat, Abhinav took off. Frantic phone calls were made and Ashish's only reply to "Where are you?" was "Fort Aguada". Thankfully though he wasn't that pissed off and after filling up on petrol and buying a few bottles of Foster's we were on our way. Fort Aguada was your regular shit-ass fort made boring by the complete lack of hot chicks. There were families over there with little kids and we drank beer over there \m/. We sat on some tower sort of thing and opened up the booze. Families ,who had earlier been coming to catch a glimpse of the bright blue sea from where we were sitting, started taking a slight detour probably cursing us as vile repugnant creatures. But they left us in peace, so we're happy which works out. After snapping a few totally jabhi pics, we moved to one of the roadside shack that are near the fort and bought more beer (Kingfisher's Draught). We drove down to a lighthouse near the fort and there the group split up. Ashish, Mulle, Joshi and Malli went up to the lighthouse and checked out the view from there while Pandu, Gillu, Abhinav and I sat down at a cliff and drank beer. This was definitely one of the best parts of the entire trip, the four of us sitting there and just drinking ice-cold beer. The other guys came down and then went to a beach at the base of the cliff, we just sat and drank more beer. We had, in all, eight bottles of Foster's and twelve cans of Kingfisher. Abhinav taught some foreigners how to sing "Do dil mil rahein hain magar chupke chupke", I was the one who'd drive down to the stalls to get more beer and we all were so happy. The view was amazing, the beer perfect and the company beyond perfect. By the time the others returned we all were a bit whoozy and decided that it was time to be heading back. Gillu and Abhinav went of to sleep in the car which was taken to Sinqeurium Beach. While the remaining sober men went to the beach and admired the sunset, I went to the Taj to take a piss. Nice place that, a spa, nice bathrooms and a very hospitable staff. We then retreated to Ocean Star where Gillu and Abhinav were put in a bed, and we guys left for dinner at Kishore, a place on the main road, which had pretty decent food.
When Gillu and Abhinav, woke up we went down to Calangute for more food and while they ate we just lounged about, went down to the waves and enjoyed the cool breeze. We returned and suddenly this desire to go for a night drive entered our minds. So while Mulle, Ashish, Joshi and Malli slept, we guys got into the jeep and went on the most exhilerating drive of my life. At first we weren't sure where to go but soon one of us saw a board saying "Panjim 15 kms". That was all the encouragement we needed. At top speed we sped on empty roads, the cold wind blasting against our faces boosting our high on life. The roads were a pleasure to drive on dark but still navigable due to well placed reflectors. We reached Panjim and saw this kick-ass yaught, the plaything of some rich bastard anchored in the river Zuari. A few casinos dotted the coastline so we decided to park our car and inquire about the entry charges. The average charge was something like Rs. 2000 with playable non-refundable chips worth Rs. 1000 and food and drinks on the house. We decided to check out other casinos and entered Casino Pride. A woman at the reception told us that the entry charge was Rs. 1500 with the same deal as above. It seemed reasonable to us and we started asking about the games that were played. She looked at us, four twenty-something boys dressed in shorts and cheap t-shirts, and told us "The buy-in for Texas Hold 'em is Rs. Ten Thousand." We all just burst out laughing and she joined. After that, we gave up and decided to try and get some more food, but all the food stalls were closed so we decided to try our luck at Calangute. Pandu drove us back to our hotel, but before that we went down to a place called 24X7, pretty self-explanatory, and grabbed some delicious fish 'n' chips and chilly prawns. At Ocean Star, too tired to do anything except make fun of the others, we all went off into a blissful slumber.
We decided to visit Fort Aguada, where we thought Dil Chahta Hai had been shot. But first, off to the petrol station. The thing about Goa is that there aren't very many petrol pumps, so you'll have these roadside vendors selling you fuel in 1l bottles. We managed to find one who was in this narrow street just off the main road. Mulle drove to the shop and was just thinking about how much fuel to tank up on, when we suddenly saw Abhinav waving towards us. We waved back, cursed him a little and then shouted back "Saale, tu yahaan par aaja..." but to no avail. Mulle reversed and when we were within shouting distance we heard Abhinav shouting "Oye Ashish tumahare saath hai kya...?" We looked at each other and then replied "Nahi woh toh tere saath tha..." Yup Ashish got carvalhoed :)! Apparently he had been trying to teach Abhinav how to drive the scooty, but before he could get his backside on the pillion seat, Abhinav took off. Frantic phone calls were made and Ashish's only reply to "Where are you?" was "Fort Aguada". Thankfully though he wasn't that pissed off and after filling up on petrol and buying a few bottles of Foster's we were on our way. Fort Aguada was your regular shit-ass fort made boring by the complete lack of hot chicks. There were families over there with little kids and we drank beer over there \m/. We sat on some tower sort of thing and opened up the booze. Families ,who had earlier been coming to catch a glimpse of the bright blue sea from where we were sitting, started taking a slight detour probably cursing us as vile repugnant creatures. But they left us in peace, so we're happy which works out. After snapping a few totally jabhi pics, we moved to one of the roadside shack that are near the fort and bought more beer (Kingfisher's Draught). We drove down to a lighthouse near the fort and there the group split up. Ashish, Mulle, Joshi and Malli went up to the lighthouse and checked out the view from there while Pandu, Gillu, Abhinav and I sat down at a cliff and drank beer. This was definitely one of the best parts of the entire trip, the four of us sitting there and just drinking ice-cold beer. The other guys came down and then went to a beach at the base of the cliff, we just sat and drank more beer. We had, in all, eight bottles of Foster's and twelve cans of Kingfisher. Abhinav taught some foreigners how to sing "Do dil mil rahein hain magar chupke chupke", I was the one who'd drive down to the stalls to get more beer and we all were so happy. The view was amazing, the beer perfect and the company beyond perfect. By the time the others returned we all were a bit whoozy and decided that it was time to be heading back. Gillu and Abhinav went of to sleep in the car which was taken to Sinqeurium Beach. While the remaining sober men went to the beach and admired the sunset, I went to the Taj to take a piss. Nice place that, a spa, nice bathrooms and a very hospitable staff. We then retreated to Ocean Star where Gillu and Abhinav were put in a bed, and we guys left for dinner at Kishore, a place on the main road, which had pretty decent food.
When Gillu and Abhinav, woke up we went down to Calangute for more food and while they ate we just lounged about, went down to the waves and enjoyed the cool breeze. We returned and suddenly this desire to go for a night drive entered our minds. So while Mulle, Ashish, Joshi and Malli slept, we guys got into the jeep and went on the most exhilerating drive of my life. At first we weren't sure where to go but soon one of us saw a board saying "Panjim 15 kms". That was all the encouragement we needed. At top speed we sped on empty roads, the cold wind blasting against our faces boosting our high on life. The roads were a pleasure to drive on dark but still navigable due to well placed reflectors. We reached Panjim and saw this kick-ass yaught, the plaything of some rich bastard
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