Let me tell you how peaceful, perfect and relaxing Agonda Beach in Goa is. Then I’ll tell you why I hated it.
With a few days to kill in Southern India you might want (read: need) beach. I was thinking coconuts, cows and chillax. Twitter quickly threw up a suggestion by Rachel @ The Department of Wondering and I was sold. Agonda was clearly calling my name and who was I to resist its charms.
Is Agonda the best beach in Goa?
To be fair – it is the only one I visited. The water is not as clear as Sri Lanka or the Maldives, the sand is slightly mustard and not invitingly white – but the vibe, the vibe is why you come here.
Agonda beach is fairly remote, my driver abandoned me on the road to ask cows for directions. With a lack of conversation skills coming back it took a good thirty minutes to stumble upon the ‘hub’ of the area. Think small, laid back cafes and plenty of rickshaw drivers lazing about in the mid-day sun.
Sipping a cold Kingfisher looking out on the rolling waves you instantly feel any stress you are clinging on to fade away. Drums are beaten at sunset, yoga poses appear for true meditation not the next Instagram shot and cows casually moo their way around you lounging on the sand.
Accommodation ranges from beach front huts at $$$ through to small homestays on the ‘main’ road for five dollars a night. I was in the latter category and back travelling in my element.
There are multiple Yoga retreats here off the dusty streets behind small stores and huts selling hand-made crafts. Many people I met were here for the long-term, weeks or months to find their inner spirit.
The beach is littered with bars and restaurants, vegans and vegetarians are spoilt here. Hours roll into days and you will completely lose track of time.
Sounds perfect right?
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Getting to Agonda from Goa airport takes about an hour with a driver (about $20) or you can take a connecting bus through Margoa (about $6). The drive winds through lush countryside and clean air, a stark contrast if you are arriving from Mumbai. There are heaps of resorts and beaches nearer to the airport – but I thought I wanted to get as far away as possible.
And that worked. Day one was blissful. Sipping Chai, strolling along the 2.5km of sands stretched across the bay, snacking on Dosa… on the back of a group tour I felt my inner peace return as I slipped back to introvert lifestyle.
So where did it go wrong?
Agonda is a digital detox. Agonda is the biggest digital detox I have had. The wifi across India has never really won me over, but here it was something else…
I hear what you are saying – why the hell are you worried about Internet with a beach like that?
That is the problem, I asked myself the same question. The thing about turning my life nomadic and as such working digitally means I need the internet. Stupidly, on the back of an assignment and with 964 full size photos to upload I quickly realised this was the worst place to be.
My homestays router was not worth the plastic it had been built with, I had a ‘coconut crawl’ everyday from bar to bar trying to find wifi that would let me upload. I was determined I would make this work and three days of repeating the process later everything was online… and I hated Agonda with a passion.
It raised up a question I had been ignoring – Can I have a global business whilst trying to travel locally?
Travel for me has always been about the people, the random spots in a strangers house you crash and who becomes a friend. Snacking on the floor of street markets and getting a flavour for the local life. But I realised in Agonda that maybe this wasn’t going to be possible any more – and it set alarm bells ringing.
Could the very reason I set off on this journey – to allow me to travel more and be more free in life – be having the complete opposite effect. Was I just changing from the confinement of a work place to the confinement of a fancy resort with wifi that worked?
Agonda was a lesson for me. A lesson in staying true to the very reason we do anything. Switching off has never been more important and I promised myself I would get back to my travel roots, turn off Instagram and not commit to completing work on the road 365 days a year. Since then, I’ve managed to take trips without my laptop, to physically take a pencil and document moments in a notepad. To snap photos, but not review them until I am home – and it feels so damn good!
Travel is about making connections, not always being connected.
I hope I never forget that again…