We left, not without regrets, the Jojolapa Agonda resort. No beggars, no touts, no ferocious arguments about the right price to pay. Just three relaxing and rejuvenating days at one of coastal India's best-kept secrets.
But before leaving, we went running along the empty and secluded beach at sunrise. Running on sand was hard. But we could refresh ourselves - and have some thrill - with the strong waves of the Agonda Beach. We ate a solid breakfast made of delicious pancakes contemplating the sandy beach and the coconut palms swaying in the sea breeze. Kro took pictures of the seals who came to say goodbye as if they knew we were leaving. And we boarded the prepaid taxi and headed to the north of Goa.
On the way, we spotted many catholic crosses, convents, and churches reminding us that Goa was a former Portuguese colony until it was annexed in 1961. A quarter of the 1.5 million people living in Goa are still Catholics.
We arrived at Bogmalo Beach in the north of Goa. The beach was small but located not far from the main train station and even closer to the International Airport making the area a strategic location for our next trips to Hampi and Alappuzha. We found a beautiful shack overlooking the beach called Joet and indulged ourselves in good Goan dishes. Yummy!
We were desperate to find an ATM (to pay the hotel) and a supermarket (to buy snacks for the train). We jumped on a local bus and set out for the village of Dabolim near the Goa International Airport. With a bag full of biscuits, we went back to Bogmalo Beach for a rest, and a good night's sleep to get ready for a long journey to Hampi the next day.