We reached there around 4:00 PM and ordered the regular fish/chicken/veg combination of starters and main course. I'm not sure about others but my appetite has grown three-folds from the time I started working and every trip like this is invitation to eat more, I was hoping I dont burst out eating, I'm definately resuming my gym, come new years. We had a hearty meal and then decided to visit the Old Goa Church of St. Francis Xavier in Panjim city. We took off around 5:00 PM and had some GPS issues trying to find our destination coz no one had been to Goa in the recent past, on the way, we stopped at the Miramar Beach. The sunset was beautiful to watch and the beach had a splendid coastline dotted with people and children playing football.
We took off from there and found our way to the church, by that time it was starting to get dark and locals said the church will be closed by 6:30 PM, it was almost time, we parked our car and started to run towards the church. The doors were closing but I think the LORD wanted us in and so the guard at the church relented and let us in for a few minutes. I have never been in such a close proximity to the altar and the atmosphere inside immediately encapsulated us. It felt like the Vatican for a moment and then someone turned my head to a spot on the right side of the church where the body of St. Francis Xavier lay inside a glass coffin high up on the wall. It is said, the nails and hair still grow on this body...lots of theroies and stories surround it and one of the many reasons why the church is popular amongst tourists.
I took pictures of the church from the inside and I must admit, once the doors were closed and no one is around, you start to fear the unknown. We walked the long dark passages and finally out of the church. The church from the outside was very majestic and a certain portion was burnt (it seems a lightning struck it). Too bad, we didn't come in the morning, it could be a perfect photo-op around the church. Opposite to the church was the Museum, we didn't have the time and it was getting late. We drove off and reached home just in time for dinner at another popular eatery, "Souza Lobo" on the Calangute Beach
We dressed up for dinner (me, Parag and Karan, Tanveer stayed behind) and by the way we did decide to hit "Titos" or any nightclub tonight where we could enjoy the party scene, after all Goa is known for its wild and crazy parties. It was Saturday night and as expected, the scene on the roads and the beach was very party-like. Music was playing from almost any place that had a food or drink joint. The DJ @ Souza Lobo restaurant was playing....and dont kill me for this...."Who the f*** is Alice?" I mean "Who the f*** is this DJ" we all ranted. Very sorry music but kinda appealed to the Gujjus-pretending-to-look-cool-in-pink-shirts
We had our meal and headed straight to "Titos", now this time, the theme inside put us off, they were having a "Bollywood" night, duh...what a waste. We checked the nightclub adjoining it, "Mambo's" and those motherf**** would allow only couples. We were starting to lose our cool when we decided to head to the Anjuna beach and sneak up those discreet rave parties that Parag had heard about. The whole road to the Anjuna Beach from Calangute at the dead of the night was awesome and also eerie. We reached the spot only to find some more sorry-looking folks trying to find a rave joint. The spot we were parked was not the beach side but a cliff overlooking the Anjuna Beach. It looked like the Great Barrier Reef. We knew we were at the wrong spot and time was running out besides the place was shady and if we didnt want our bodies to wash up the shore the next day, we needed to get inside the car and drove off and that is exactly what we did.
We again went towards "Titos" and there we found that a Party was happening at Saligao, a few kms. on the way to Panjim. We didn't have any tickets or whatever and there was just enough fuel, we decided to ride the night out. We kept going towards Saligao but it felt like forever and then out of nowhere there was small board indicating the location to the "WestEnd Club". The bloody place was so deep inside some ravine and we were starting to get a feel this could be a knockout Rave Party, just the way Parag had envisaged (or so he thought)
We reached the spot after some serious driving in the woods and then found a perfect night-club complete with bouncers and security staff. Man...what is the logic of having this place so well maintained inside a jungle? Your guess is as good as mine. We read the sign outside "No Drugs" and "No Photography", well not bad.
We could hear the Trance music from outside and as we approached inside the excitement levels started to drop and the mercury was starting to rise. For starters, the crowd was hopeless (I guess 300 bucks is the reason for most part of it), then the Trance music was anything but Trance, no mixing nothing....just playing one long sad stretch of music. No chics to flirt. We were out of that god-forbidden-trance-club in less than 30 Minutes and on our way home.
Driving back home, we saw two firang chics on a desolated stretch of the road and for a moment, we thought we would stop and pick them up and head to Mambo's but they looked totally sloshed and looked very promiscuous (not unusual in Goa), Karan put his foot down and we just drove on...albeit a frustrated look aimed at Karan
Reached home and we were ready to crash on our beds when we almost forgot we had a 4th partner and he had asked us to get food for him, oops we had dropped the ball. Parag and Tanveer had another round at dinner around 3:00 AM and with that D-Day 3 came to an end....
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