i'm disheartened by the rain... my fantasies of clear water beaches fringed by palm trees go down the drain as i contemplate anjuna's littered stretch of sand that has been partially claimed by the rough sea. there is nothing pretty about this place and i'm starting to question my choices and consider my options...
before i got here, i had no idea what the monsoon really meant except for the knowledge that there was rain involved, sometimes heavy rain. i never considered that the sea would be affected making bathing impossible. every now and again i am assaulted by images of the alentejo, where the beaches and the weather will be at their best this time of the year. again, i consider my options...
on the first chance, i hop on a bus to try and explore the surroundings. i had read that there are other beaches near by that are more peaceful and, hopefully, better kept.
after a couple of entertaining bus rides, i arrive at arambol (pictured) which has a beautiful long clean beach. there are a couple of kids splashing in the waves while they are watched by their mothers who are close by. i fold up my trousers and the sight of my bleach-white legs makes them laugh. i stroll along the beach, feet in the water, trying to conform to the idea that this will be as close as it gets to going to the beach.
ps_i've found another place to stay. not as grotty.
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