A story of young guy who went on a tour to Goa and returned with lifetime memories and experience.

Robert Stevenson once said, “There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is a foreigner.’ That sip of beer instantly ravished my thoughts and suddenly made me more intoxicated, the breeze was tantalizing and the waves seemed livelier.
Goa, a dream destination for the young and the old alike, a place where every Indian wishes to go and feel alive. It’s like a foreign land for us, especially for the north Indians who have hill stations like the backyards of our homes. So, finally after cooking up excuses before our folks at home, we were there to break the monotony, to live the Goan dream and feel alive.
The evening with my friend at a beach was my best travelling experience as we were living the ultimate Goa fantasy-cheap beer and a heart stirring view.
I asked him to treat me for making such a plan, appreciating it he said that whatever we heard, it’s more than that, and yes, I agree with you, travelling is fun.
And here was a tap on my shoulder, a handsome man with a shining DSLR in his hand, asked “could I have a pic with you?”
I was surprised and said sure, and turned, he gave it to his charming friend and she took our pictures. I don’t know if it was the beer but they blended perfectly with us. It seemed as if they'd walked right out of a spitting image with delightful beaches and graceful people. Had this happened anywhere else I would have been surprised but this was Goa, the land of no inhibitions!
I asked him Sir, from where are you? He said with a smiling face, they later told that they were students of geology and had chosen India for their research. I asked him, why a foreign land like India only? And I got that reply and he continued by saying India is our starting, I want to explore the world with every little opportunity I get. He pointed at my beer can saying, its my favorite brand, I smiled and said, thanks to our beer tycoon Mr. Mallya pointing towards his bungalow. They waved and went away. I watched them till they disappeared in the distance as I thought to myself, how that short encounter had changed my opinion about travelling as merely fun to being a passion.
A traveller frames his journey by listening and reading about different places. From a small village to Delhi, to Goa and today even at Mcleodganj, this coffee and a look at these foreigners reminds me of the admirable words of that handsome couple. I hope I will catch them one day and exchange the experiences of travelling and exploring this little world.