The first thing that struck me when I read the name of La Vida Varca, Sterling’s hotel
The next morning, I decided to do a bit of sightseeing. After a museum trip, that I later realised was clearly for children, I went to Bom Jesus Basilica where one had to fight with other tourists to pray in peace and two harassed old men begged people not to take pictures, which they blatantly ignored, while speculating loudly if the body of St Francis Xavier was real or not.
I woke up at the crack of dawn the next day and headed down to Varca beach. It was silent and empty, save for the waves and the dog that decided to follow me. It was the sort of place where one could play football and not worry about kicking someone else, or just sit with one’s thoughts. Which was what I did, until the rain drenched me into submission and sent me back to my room. Having seen Varca, I now went to Benaulim, another similarly quiet beach. Having taken in as much of the sea as I could have, I walked into a tiny seafood shack and ordered Goa’s famous bangda rawa fry along with a feni cocktail. Sated, I made it to the airport just in time for my flight.
La Vida Varca
south Goa
hotels