Back on the road and the trip was nearly the reverse of the road I took to Agonda last Sunday, but seemed much quicker as I got the main hill over and done with by 10am (just shy of 5miles out). It was a morning to see golden orioles (or I think that’s what the bright yellow bodied birds with black and white patterned wings are called). One tree was alive with them. I also saw two whopping great storks which didn’t hang around long enough for me to photograph them.
Being Sunday again, I also passed women done up in their very best satin ruched and sparkly dresses on their way to church. That Portugese influence very much in evidence again.
Trevor had described the route into town perfectly – first an elevated overpass, then down to a park, which was fenced and green and surrounded by benches all occupied by sleeping blokes stretched out in the sunshine.
I was in Margao by midday, despite stopping for a samosa, but it took me some time to find a cheap hotel. Then more time to shower and rinse out sweaty clothing. I have wifi so will make an effort to blog this afternoon.
HA! Ended up watching English movies with subtitles on the hotel room telly.