The main thing you feel when you fix your safety belts on a flight to Goa is a profound feeling of center satisfaction, particularly since nobody on a flight to Goa looks despondent. You know you should be on this flight as the previous couple of weeks have been insane occupied and an end of the week in Goa is awesome for your general prosperity.
This time on our visit to mumbai to goa by car Bhakti (my significant other) and I chose not to visit the shoreline by any means, only a month and a half back we saw the best shoreline of the world and we would not like to weaken the recollections of those unblemished Lakshadweep white sands and clear turquoise waters (A blog on that trek is next on my "activities previously incredible"). This outing to Goa was wanted to be for driving around in a self-propelled auto (Yes! You read it right) and cross as much as separation as possible, absorb the way of life, tastes and old appeal of Goa. We were resolved to dodge all swarmed touristy places and be unique. Our vacation a year ago to a town in Palampur had influenced us to long for more town time. As the wheels touched down, we held up with goaded breath to begin our voyage. We had just 50 hours in Goa and we were profoundly energetic to make every single one of them tally.
Our first stop on our drive was Panaji! A gathering of extraordinary Goan foods are served in the principle boulevards of the capital. Our first pull was a place called 'The Blacksheep Bistro'. Being the odd one out of my family, I more than related to this place.