establishing in arambol....

Oh Arambol, I remember you. Bikinis, beer, Russians, seafood salads, and chill out music.
2 hours drive from Vasco and I am in Arambol again, the northernmost beach community in the state of Goa. In the cab ride here my driver had the radio tuned to what must be the only English station in the state, playing an eclectic mix of hits from every decade since the 50’s and country music.
I had a place to stay in mind. It’s a place i checked out last time but never stayed at. The ocean view rooms they have are full for tonight but i accepted a grass hut in behind. It is up high, I can see the water and waves through the trees from my balcony where i sit right now typing. My neighbours are... you guessed it, Russian. I LIKE the Russians. They are sort of like on the edge of being “westerners”. I haven’t checked my map lately but i do believe that parts of Russia lay further East than India. So they are neither Westerners nor Easterners in a sense, or rather... they are both. Their country is just so darn LARGE. I like their carefree nature when they are on vacation. Truly enjoying themselves to the fullest in this land where anything goes.
I took the first place i looked at, not in the mood to shlupp around with my backpack in the hot sun right now. I will take a stroll later and inquire at a few places to see if there are any better places, views, deals, as if it’s not enough that my ears are only taking in three sounds: the waves, the wind in the palms and the sound of Russian. Oh Arambol.
The beach at Arambol is great. You can bypass all the streets and shops and hubbub to get anywhere by taking the beach as your walking path and then cutting up between the restaurants when you are near your destination. I love this.