Trek from Mobor beach to Velsao - Day 3 & 4

The real trek was to start today from Mobor beach to Benaulim, a 12km walk along the beach. I used to always dream of walking on the beach bare foot all the length of its shore. Every other second a wave comes and washes away the sand below your feet. The moment the bus dropped us from base camp to mobor beach, we threw our luggage on the share and jumped into the water. The strech of virgin beaches in goa had started treating us, leaving us alone from the otherwise crowded beaches.

We all had lovely time enjoying the natural acupuncture while walking. The sun was scorching as if angry with us. Probably that’s how goan weather is, but it was tiring to bear him. We were dead tired and stopped at every shack we came across. The lunch packed were again poori and aloo subzi…. No!!!! We pushed them into our empty stomach. After another round of swim in the beach, we all started walking again towards the next camp. All one could see the endless sea and the never-seen camp. We were desperately looking for the YHI Camp board which came after a long long time and that was 4:15 in the evening. So we had walked from 10:30 in the morning till 4:15 in the evening with an hour’s break for lunch.

We were welcomed by the camp leader in Beanulim. Welcome drink used to be RASNA served at 4:30. Two small rooms for girls and a big hall for the guys. The camp leader’s tent was adjacent. Camp had no bathrooms, so no bath. HUH!!!

After hot cup of tean and pakoda, we started exploring the place around. We were told that Benaulim had a good market. Wanted to visit it, but we choose beach over the market and went straight to the beach to watch the sunset. Sat there till dark and walked back to the camp. By 8 delicious dinner was served. Catched sleep early coz of the tablet which went in to cure my throat infection.

Next day morning, I had blocked nose. It was difficult to imagine a hard day of trek. I had to force myself get up and start the day. Anywys no worries of taking bath :P we freshened up and lined up for chole bathura. Packed lunch and started our next day trek to Velsao.


Strangely nobody went even close to sea today. Ha ha we were tired of beaches by now. Sun was even more sharper today. But the distance to be covered was much lesser than previous day.  So we took long pit stops more often. The group moved at its own pace. I was dead tired today, I was blaming myself for not working out properly before going there.

 We took shade under the coconut trees lined up along the shore. The moment you halted for rest, I would fall on my back resting on the luggage and within no time grab a nap. Most difficult part was to lift back the aching shoulders load them with the fat luggage and start walking again. I hated this part.

We were left just a half an hour walk to reach the next camp site. We found life guards house to have lunch and relax. We had lunch and started chit chat with the few others who had stopped for lunch. Sitting on top of the guards house we could get a nice view of the beach. For better connectivity Mr Wifi sat on the tower waiting for better signals. Ha ha!!!! Ashish, Mohit aka Wifi, Survesh aka Par Par paresh and Parimal, who sings so good.

Reaching camp, Velsao camp was lovely, facing the beach. A perfect evening to spend on the beach and enjoy the last sunset of the year. I could not stop myself from throwing into the water. No regrets, for now I know what I would have had missed in that case. I had gala time in the beach.

Well, taking bath in after a dip in salt water was a must. This was new variety of bath.... no further details. The bath was refreshing, so was the tea too. Charging points were available here, I managed to fill in some life to my dead S2 for I had to make or receive calls for the night. Post dinner we had plans for Camp fire on the beach, a real camp fire ha... Not like the one in base camp with few bulbs HUH!!!  Goa has a ritual of burning an old man while they welcome the new year. The story seemed interesting to me, like this old man who has a cigar in his mouth and a bottle in his hand is burnt implying that we leave behind all our bad habits and start the new year as a better person. Well the story remains just a story most of the time. We played anthakshari till it striked 5 minutes to 12, this was the best part - that crowd crossed all craziness by creating our own forms of the same, sang the same line hundred times, searching for songs on our phones, at times guys danced in excitment "chumma chumma de de ...." OMG!!! it was. Clock ticked 12 finally, all started shouting a countdown and announced a new year... My watch still showed a minute left, anyways our phones started ringing. Every body around exchanged greetings. We walked close to the sea, enjoyed the crackers throwing colors in the sky ...a nice place to start a year ha!!!! We walked back to our tents but the phone calls never ended. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!