Sunsets are beautiful. Sunsets where the land gives way to the vastness of the sea, even better. After all my visits to some popular while some not so popular beaches, this is something I can vouch for. While it is true that no sunset (or sunrise) can be as beautiful and enchanting as those over the Himalayas, beach-sunsets too, have something unique about them. As the Sun slowly sets over the horizon, everything at the beaches seem to slow down. After-all, it is indeed very hard to notice anything else as the rays of the setting start Sun start painting the sky with a thousand shades of yellow and then red.
Sunset at Kudle Beach, Gokarna
Just like everyone else, I too like to sit by the beach and watch this magical display of colors, something which has been happening since billions of years but still feels uniquely gorgeous every single time.… continue reading
The invitation for the trek had come as a surprise but I did not think twice before responding to it in affirmative. Irrespective of whether I am trekking in the Himalayas or trekking on railway treks, I have always enjoyed them, so saying yes to yet another trek was the most natural thing to do. But that was not the only thing that had intrigued me about this particular one. The fact that the yes came a split second sooner than it would come otherwise was also because of the fact that this was going to be a night trek. Something which I had never experienced before.
The bonfire at the Paradise Beach, Gokarna
Leaving puffs of smoke behind, our matador crawled through the narrow roads of Gokarna for what seemed to be hours, with more than twice the number of people crammed inside the vehicle than it was designed to accommodate.… continue reading
Gokarna I had heard was what Goa used to be, a significant number of years back. Clean & not so crowded beaches, a laid back vibe and a lot of hippies enjoying the sun. While that was exactly what I found when I reached Gokarna on a humid April afternoon, what took me by surprise was another side of this quaint little coastal town. One which I had known nothing about. One which seemed to be deeply religious and has chosen to move ahead at its own pace rather than trying to race with the world.
Intricate carvings on a wooden rath, Gokarna
As I walked through the narrow lanes of this hippie-hangout, I found myself lost in the beauty and simplicity of the place. Blue, green and bright-yellow houses with red-tilled roofs gave the place a rustic charm.… continue reading
I had stayed at a backpacker’s hostel during my last solo trip to Goa and had quite liked it. Though the hostel was not one of the best, it had helped me get an idea about what to expect and what not to while staying in such environments and I personally did not find many items that I could complain about or which bothered me in any way. During my visit to Gokarna the previous weekend (more on that coming soon), I chose to stay at a backpacker’s hostel again. This one however was quite different from the previous one I had stayed at in Goa. Different in a good way.
Gokarna Beach from the cafe, Zostel Gokarna
One of the first things I remember however was the tiring half-a-kilometer up-hill walk which I had to endure in that sweltering heat.… continue reading