Settling Down For A Bit in Benaulim, Goa
Renting A Luxury Apartment is a Treat!
We decided to travel to the village of Benaulim on a whim after hearing it was a relatively quiet beach and ended up staying for a month!
We spent the first couple of nights in a guesthouse (run by Rod Stewart – not his real name but what he wanted to be called!) which was clean and OK but with a very small room and pretty basic. Then, on one of our walks, we popped into some nice looking apartments to inquire about availability, were shown three and shook hands on staying for a month. The apartments are mostly owned by overseas landlords and rented out via the Internet, but lots of them were empty and we paid about the same for our somewhat luxury flat as we had been paying for a normal room.
The flat was amazing. We had a bedroom with a massive bed and air conditioning, a bathroom with hot water, a kitchen with all crockery and utensils, fridge, toaster and kettle and a large living room with a table, cable TV and plenty of seating choices, oh, and two balconies! The apartment complex also had a lovely pool which was empty almost all of the time. It was great and it felt like we were actually living in India proper then, going out shopping and cooking up breakfast. One of the best things was being able to make our own coffee and tea, how we liked it and when we wanted it.
Interesting Encounters
We met a few quite interesting people while staying in Benaulim. Firstly, after only a few days a man on a bike, Shiva, stopped on the road to offer us an array of services: cooking classes; bird watching trips; books for sale from his home; bicycle rentals; guitar rentals and sightseeing trips. He was the most ardent Anglophile we have met yet. When we asked about why he had guitars and did he play them he said they were “not my cup of rosey lee” and when we said we were from Northampton he started reeling off things like “NN1!” “market square!” and “Rushden and Diamonds!” it was quite an odd experience really. He has never been to the UK but would like to visit and enjoys talking to people about where they are from (and obviously has an excellent memory!)
From our back balcony the view was of a dried up river bed and some trees, quite unexciting at first glance but there was always some nature to watch. Often, there were herds of cows taken there to graze and they were accompanied by some graceful white birds wherever they went. Sometimes the man in charge of the cows came on a bike. There were some amazing bright blue birds which I think were kingfishers and I gave trying to photograph them a good go but with little success.
Bull Fighting In Benaulim
other thing to observe out of the back balcony were the occasional bull fights, yes, bull fights! The first one happened at sundown on a Friday and gathered a large crowd but was over in minutes (one bull just ran away) The second never really got started as the police turned up (one man with a bamboo stick) but the third was quite a sight. The men gather first (I’m sure I was the only female who witnessed it) and bets are placed (we later learnt these bets can add up to thousands of pounds) then the bulls are brought in from opposite ends and are supposed to fight in the ring formed by the men but rarely does the circle hold. They are bathed with lots of water before the fight and one we saw had a garland of flowers around his neck.
I almost did not want to watch it but ended up staying out there to see them head to head, horns locked, in a brute show of strength. None of the bulls in any of the fights were hurt, they just got sweaty and eventually one ran away. It is a somewhat horrible form of entertainment and it seems odd to have seen it in a country where cows are revered by most of the population. I suppose it is another example of how Goa is different from the rest of India. We saw the fighting bulls out for training walks on many occasions around the village, sometimes with a heavy piece of wood around their necks to drag along. They looked massive and well cared for up close and the owners (or trainers) were obviously very proud of them. I also had my first (delicious) steak in Benaulim.
On our last visit to Margao, to collect the contact lens order, we met some of the street kids again (from the shoe cleaning.) They were very pleased to see us and one of them decided to try their luck in getting Henry to buy him a bike! He said he needed it for school as he had a sore foot and it was too far to walk. We ended up giving him a couple of plasters, a small amount of cash and a smiley face sticker to him and his friend and they were quite happy.
Oh soo jealous…. Me and glen can’t believe the crabs Henry must ave been there for hrs. You know me I’m not a massive reader but imjust loving your travelling tales. I do hope your getting all my comments xx
Hello! Yes I’m now getting the posts to my email so I can see them and I’ve just worked out how to respond to them! Thank you for following the adventure! Had some time this week to catch up nearly and post and work out the software a bit more. I’ll send a proper email soon, I promise.
Re: The crabs… He said to remind him never to order them again. He was traumatised by the task from first ’till last.
Hope all is well with you and email to follow soon xxx
hi eventually found your site! All looks fab x more pictures of you please though.
Hello! I hope you and the family are all really well. I’ll try and get some photos of me from Henry’s camera as most of them on here are from mine (hence the lack of me.) We’re really having a great time. The blog should be upto date soon with a few more pics as I’ve been reading the instructions for my camera properly and going a bit snap crazy. Xxx
The size of that plate of food is immense!! Henry deserves a medal if he polished all that off. Hope you two are having a great time! x
Hi Rob, Thanks for the comments, I’ve just worked out how to reply. Henry did OK with the crabs but did not enjoy them. The chef cam over and was telling him to break the legs open with his teeth, but Henry was not keen. They were too much like little creatures for his liking! xx