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After three weeks in bustling Bangalore, I decided that I needed some time away from the smog, traffic, and (above all) the autorickshaws.  But where is one to go, when you’re stuck in Bangalore and are hankering for some time away from it all (especially the autorickshaws)?

Luckily, I had some help deciding.  The Hindu holiday Diwali was last week, and with a few days off from work to get out of rainy Karnataka, some of the girls I am staying with were headed to Goa.  A week at the beach?  Count me in.

After a trifling twenty hours on three buses, we arrived at Anjuna Beach.  According to the Lonely Planet, Anjuna’s  days as “the place to be seen” had come and gone, but some relics from its hippie heyday were still around: the rave music that starts blasting at 8 am; the stalls selling skimpy leather skirts and tops (think Xena Warrior Princess); the men who skulk up to the tourists and whisper “marijuana, hashish, smoke?” (When rebuffed these guys usually follow their sales pitch up with, “What? No party?”)

Indeed, there did seem to be a higher than normal percentage of people sporting dreadlocks around this small, dusty town.  But once you get to the beach, after wandering around mazes of shops selling sarongs and towels (often adorned with marijuana leaves), it’s hard to notice anything but the ocean.  A cooling breeze brushes some of the red dirt that covers everything in the dry heat; there’s the

smell of salt in the air and the sound of waves crashing on the shore.  And a view that can’t be beat.

Read more: Anjuna, Beach Travel, Goa, Lonely Planet, News, South India, Travel


Nicole -- Nicole hails from metropolian Conway, South Carolina. While she's not busy doing Southern things like eating biscuits and heavily buttered grits (often together), she likes to travel to other countries and eat their food. Her favorite exotic treats include: Icelandic Skyr, South Indian dosa, British Jaffa Cakes, and Austrian strudel.

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