Go GOA...!!!....Trip 1 (part - 2): The Curlies

The vehicles we rented were ready the next morning we woke up. A Maruti Jeep and an Avenger for me as I had to ride a bike on the streets of Goa. Anyways, the jeep didn't quite work out that well, so we settled on a swift and off we were for our first ride of Goa.

First stoppage, The Baga Beach.

Found it extremely crowded. But anyways, a beach, beer and exotic seafood, who the hell cares about the crowd. Spent some time there. Explored the beach (and the crowd as well for some very interesting people). Went for para gliding. The panoramic view shot up the beach's beauty by several notches. The waves, gently caressing the shores and frolicking violently against that short range of hills made quite a sight for us. Anyways, having done all these, we had a small meal and rode off to Anjuna.

It was a little secluded and a little less crowded. Mr. Avik got to display his foot skills with the ball with a few outlanders as the rest of us dove into the sea. Finally, as Avik ran out of his breath and we, the Baga meal inside us, we settled down in a shack for a full course of meal. The delicious "Red Snapper" was served, all roasted and enveloped in Goan spices. With the sun preparing for its night long dip in the sea, we sank into our chairs and had the fish preparation leisurely, as if to cherish every moment available. Finally it was dark, and we came back to our rooms. We were done for the day, but the night held for us a pretty different kind of fun altogether. The main reason for us to board into that Resort was that we were told it had some tie-ups with the most famous night club in Goa "The Mambos" and that they could arrange for our stag entries. So, accordingly, a day before, we had instructed the Reception for the same in the night. As we came back from Anjuna with the thoughts of gyrating on the dance floor of The Mambos, we were left to our utter dismay when it was told that they couldn't get us our entries for the night. A mixed feeling of anger, sadness and frustration ran through our minds. Shell shocked, we contemplated going back to the Anjuna Beach and have some more of that snapper stuff. Then one of the stewards came up and told us about a beach party that is organised once in every week and how fun it could be.

"The Curlies". We thought, why not, "Mambos nahi to Curlies hi sahi".

Surprisingly, it was somewhere near Anjuna. So we drove through the dark and confusing roads of the city. A billboard pointed us the direction to the Curlies. We reached a place where the cars were lined up long, the bikes were stacked in such a way that even an ant would have to struggle to cross through. We had a hard time finding a parking place but somehow we managed (owing to the incredible driving skills of Avik, and some good direction by the rest of us).

A dark and muddy pathway lay ahead of us as we wondered how good can this beach party be and how many people can possibly even think of venturing into such a route. Anyways, as we were already there, we had to explore it. We took out our cellphones and flashed light on the road and carefully stepped on one stone from other as we made our way ahead. A distant sound of music and beats made us feel what a lost sailor would feel on seeing an albatross flying.

The music grew louder on our ears as we drew closer. A few people, completely intoxicated, and shouting, yeah literally shouting some Linkin Park numbers crossed us in our way and we finally got the idea of what the night had in store for us.

We reached the spot at last. The atmosphere was electrifying! A crowded dance floor on one side with a medley of groovy numbers being played by the DJ and an open bar on the other, with a convivial crowd sitting in front of it sipping into their drinks. Not to forget the sea dancing to the tunes in the background. We knew we were where we exactly wanted to be.

Tequila shots is what we went for first. Gulped down a few before setting foot into the dance floor. The shots aided us loosen our hinges as we took part in the wildness. GONDAR, was an instant hit! People gathered around to see him dance and even tried to emulate his steps. Gondar obliged and taught a few of his moves as more people gathered around complimenting him. After our first session on the floor, we settled on a table to catch some breath and hukka and beer :). Gondar joined us a little while after, as his disciples weren't letting him leave so soon. Must mention here that, yes, everyone loved him there except a dog. Such a pain was inflicted on it by Gondar, that it left the scene immediately, barking curses on its way.

Anyways, we continued our alternate sessions on the dance floor and on the table untill the party was declared over at around 2 am. The whole crowd was left disappointed. We started shouting "once more...once more". I even went up to the bar to ask if it was really over, but sadly, it really was. We were prepared for an all night stay, but had to cut it short. People started to leave one after another but we stayed, still hoping, untill the area was almost vacant. So we made our way back to our car through that treacherous pathway.

Though the fun was cut short a little, we still had a gala of a time there. Rode our way back to the resort, again through those confusing and dark roads of the city and collapsed into our beds completely exhausted.

Thus ends the tale of the "The Curlies". Had a really great time at a great place with some great people. Well the story is still not over yet. Part 3 will be coming up about "The Mambos Fiasco".:D