Despite my discomfort within the group, Agonda offered, for where I've been and what I've seen, the best place to stay in Goa. A long beach where turtles go to lay their eggs. Full guest houses, but empty restaurants. But this is not the best of Agonda.
The beach is indeed nice, but I think that the only existing road offers much more life. Along the road taxi drivers insist constantly on a ride to Palolem or wherever necessary. Bargain is very difficult with them, they have the power to get you out of there, and they know it, so it can get expensive. However, they are nice.
A couple of of little Indian restaurants offer a warm atmosphere to meet other people or simply have a cheap meal.
At one both sides of the road, houses mix up with guest houses and restaurants, though you can see more of the latest on the sea side. Crossing the road leads you to houses, a creek and jungle. A boat ride is also available on this creek.
Both ends of the beach offer the possibility to keep on exploring on foot, or you can rent a kayak and do it by sea, finding new corners and coves.
The place where I stayed seemed to be the right spot to stay as well. A room attached to an Indian family house with 3 kids, a couple of puppies and very attentive landowners. Remy, made everything look OK and even the night of Matt's and I little adventure, when we actually yelled Claire's name and knocked heavily on the door trying to wake her up, he acted as nothing had happened. All he was that he came outside to see if we where OK.
It was all about shanti, shanti in a nice surrounding. Indeed, a place to return, a place to remember.
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