Paradise continues - Day 6

Its quite a sight to see cream and brown cows strolling along the white sandy beach. Paloleum beach is guest to some very relaxed looking sacred cows. As you sit for breakfast in our resort the view before you is of rolling waves, unfolding gently on the fine sand. To the right sits a small green island stuck out beyond the lush peninsula. With numerous staff service is fast and a far throw from the normal Indian lifestyle. We have landed ourselves in a westernised haven on the west coast of India. After some tasty toast and coffee myself and Ian head off for a walk down to the north end of the beach. A few locals walk by smiling as we greet them hello on our way. As you get to the far end of the beach you need to wade through a small river. As we make our way through, the water begins to rise above my waist. I hear a laugh from Ian only to realise my man-bag has gotten soaked. As I stand there, in the middle of the river, I notice a man on the far side, smiling and waving for me to cross further down. As I follow his directions the water becomes a lot shallower. I continue to cross and a moment later I'm on the other side. Ian follows holding his bag above his head, similar to numerous Indian ladies we've seen. The route continues to be difficult as we bump our toes into submerged rocks. We end up laughing in hysterics as we slip and slide on the rocks. Any form of activity in Goan heat causes a copious amount of sweat to pour off you. We strip off our damp tops and continue our adventure.

By the time we have climbed the rocks an hour has passed since we began the journey. The view from the tip of the coast is something else. Large boulders piled high line the far coastline. We sit and stair into the ocean as the cool and welcome breeze whips around the headland. The sea crashes ferociously on the rocks. Birds hang gliding on the streams of air. You can quickly see how the island was once part of the mainland as the sea rushes through widening the narrow gap. We rest for some time and chat. Its funny how tired you get when the heat is so strong. Every time you get a chance to sit down it feels like you've being going all day. This time is no exception. After half an hour or so we are ready to head back. The return journey is just as humorous as the outward. The boys are taking it easy upon our return. Sipping bears on the resort veranda. We join them quickly to rest our weary bodies. Like old men rest from a tiring walk, we collapse into the plastic chairs.

The evening comes around quickly. Our first full day has flown by with very little activity. The three girls joins us for dinner at the resort restaurant. The usual high standard of food is served efficiently by the friendly staff. Other tourist arrive to five loud Irish guys and three American girls, laughing, drinking Kingfishers and munching on Indian cuisine. Nevertheless, I'd imagine we are actually good advertisement to the empty resort. We should have being charging them. The lads are doing there utmost flirting with the ladies. Its quite humorous thing to observe as they get more oiled over the evening.

We end up in a new bar with a pool table, five minutes down the beach. Cocktails and Dreams. For anyone that is a Tom Cruise fan, will recognise this name straight away. Eoghans pretty chuffed because they have a pool table and there are no complaints from anyone due to the fact they have satelite TV showing the European Cup. The place is like something you'd see on holidays in a European resort, apart from the cocktails being undrinkable. The place has a good vibe of activity within an hour or two of arriving. I'm wrecked so I head off to bed , another early one for me. The boys go into the early hours with the matches kicking off at 2.00am Goan time. 5 mins after I lie down I'm unconscious.