06.37pm 28th may 2009

sunset at vagator, goa, struggling to remember the name of the shack we were drinking our beers in. it’s a little place, just at the cliff, so an obviously brilliant sunset.

we weren’t the only ones who thought so. the photographer was taking a picture of his son with the sunset as a backdrop. he was really concentrating. took quite a few shots to make sure he got it right. he made the boy move left, then look a little to the right. no no…sit at the edge. chin slightly down, hands on lap. that’s it. smile…now one standing…he showed it to his wife, she didn’t approve…then profile, followed with many opinions from his many clan members…sit again…this went on for a good many shots. the son grinned ear to ear through it all!

if i remember right, it was a samsung phone. i could be wrong.

this whole photo session could have made a great advertisment. or so i think. we were pretty much entertained, while gobbling down pakoras and beer. for me, pakoras is a strange munchy to have in goa. but it had been a bit of a rainy day. pakoras in the rain is always perfect and filled with childhood memories.

normally beef chilly fry, surmai tava fry, fried mussels, calamari in butter garlic sauce or fried calamari…brilliant with beer or so my taste buds passionately tell me! hits the spot perfectly.

the beer i’m enjoying these days for some strange reason is tuborg. most people, when in goa, drink kings beer, including husband. i don’t know why, i just haven’t been able to drink it with any relish. but hey, when in goa…kings it is meant to be…or a gin and tonic, full soft spot for it. better still fenny or urrak!