I show Dave nextdoor beach,behind there's one street dominated by the presence of a large hotel complex.In the lagoon sit motor launches and expensive boatsRajbag beach now possesses nothing but the hotel's sunbeds.Judging by the "CCCP" bar I think we know the clientele. We push on north of Agonda stopping only to take in a Hindu temple.Near Kola we stop for mango juice -contrary buggers..It's so hot its downed in seconds.It is cooler to ride and we get to Cabo De Rama an old Portuguese fort.We climb up to the gun tower and are rewarded with a stunning view.A tourist boat zips across the bay, waves are exchanged we're all having a damn good time.Up to Betul now, we park bikes and look over to Mobor beach, however this needs a ferry to reach.In Betul Dave spots a truck so old it has only leaf springs for front suspension.The Indian way, keep it going no matter how old. I like it.
On the way home 2 lads on a bike blast by," Agonda! Agonda!". The race is on.They are young and rash but I begin to close, overhauling them thwarted first by pigs on the road and then cows.Then I whack it up to 90 kph and fly by I turn round to get Capt Slow and pass the Indian lads -smiles and waves.Great Fun.
Bikes are parked and we go out on a tiny fishing boat to see Dolphins .The boat bobs pleasantly up and down and we are rewarded with these graceful creatures and also Sea Eagles hanging around as a trawler loads its catch, the locals singing as they do so. We return and help them land their dhow the trip cost us 300 rupees each (4.30) well worth it. Hit the beach bar for a few KFs, what a day.
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