India: There’s Always the Next Time

India: There’s Always the Next Time

A beach-hopping holiday in South Goa at Cola and Agonda. Then, back up north and on to the temples and palaces in Orchha, a magnificent historical town.

‘That’s too expensive’ Goof said to me in exasperation. Just a few days ago she saw no problem with spending 150 bucks on a room. Now India had got into her, and a rickshaw ride inflated by a dollar fifty seemed preposterous. I knew this feeling.

My sister and I had been exploring Varanasi for a few days, strolling on the ghats and getting lost in the maze of back streets. Varanasi can be a bit intense at times but it didn’t matter. Our next step was onto the sandy beaches of Goa.

A sunny southern state quite unlike the north of the country, Goa is famous for its beaches: party beaches, rave beaches, hippy beaches, yoga beaches, family beaches…Even the pickiest visitor can be satisfied. Definitely the drunkest one – especially in the northern part of the state’s stretch of oceanfront real-estate.

Basically, Goa is one of the worst-kept secrets ever. But with good reason…there are some beautiful beaches there.

Goof and I flew down from Varanasi one evening. It was well after dark when we arrived, met our ride and set off for our beach hotel. As we drove the highway narrowed to an often single-lane road passing through forests and spice plantations, and small towns totally silent at the late hour. The 400 year long colonial legacy left behind by the Portuguese was easily visible even in the darkness: we passed one Catholic church after another, lost count of the shrines at intersections and roundabouts. Eventually the driver turned off the road altogether and headed down a deeply rutted track towards the shoreline. When we finally got out of the car we really couldn’t tell much about our surroundings. We could hear the ocean and that’s about it. The night manager took us along a little path and let us into our bungalow. We went straight to sleep, wondering what we’d find when we woke up in the morning.

We found this:

Beautiful Cola beach
Beautiful Cola beach
The lagoon behind the beach and our bungalows behind that
The lagoon behind the beach and our bungalows behind that

Cola Beach in south Goa is a small cove nestled between rocky hills at either end and backed by a green lagoon, jungly palms and forest. Because of its relative ‘inaccessibility’ (the long bumpy dirt track is the only road in; otherwise you can walk from other beaches on a forest trail), there are only about five bungalow operations set up here.

Our bungalows on Cola beach
Our bungalows on Cola beach
Our bungalows on Cola beach
Our bungalows on Cola beach
Our bungalows on Cola beach
Our bungalows on Cola beach

Between our little cottage in the shade and the bar-restaurant on the beach, we had everything we needed.

Breakfast on the beach
Breakfast on the beach
Lunch on the beach
Lunch on the beach

Except sun loungers, the hotel seemed to have a shortage of those (they had about four. It’s a small place but still).

One afternoon as Goof and I lay on a shared sunlounger she gazed out at the blue water and said ‘This is just like that movie Castaway’. I pictured my sister disappearing over the horizon on a homemade raft, or maybe an inflatable lobster, her hand outstretched towards the shore, screaming ‘WI FI! Wi Fiiiiiiiiiii!’.

We’d had all sorts of ambitions about kayaking on the lagoon and hiking the forest trails but we got swept away by the lazy vibes of the place and just hung out on our verandah or drank beers on the beach, and ate seafood and curries in the restaurant.

Beers on the beach
Beers on the beach

Then we hopped on over to Agonda beach. It’s longer and more built up, but still a beautifully relaxing place. There’s a village behind it: a sandy network of shady streets with a lot of little bungalow hotels, bars and restaurants, massage, and yoga shalas.

We stayed in a garden bungalow at the tiny Agonda Serenity Resort.

Our cottage at Agonda Serenity
Our cottage at Agonda Serenity

They serve awesome breakfasts (and lunches…and dinners…) and also have plenty of sunloungers.

Agonda Serenity...with plenty of chairs
Agonda Serenity…with plenty of chairs
Awesome breakfasts on the beach at Agonda Serenity, a beach hotel on Agonda Beach, south Goa, India
Awesome breakfasts on the beach at Agonda Serenity, a beach hotel on Agonda Beach, south Goa, India
Tandoori chicken on the beach
Tandoori chicken on the beach
A romantic prawn curry with my sister
A romantic prawn curry with my sister

‘Does it still feel like India?’ I asked Goof as we lolled about in the sun staring at the ocean and sipping cold drinks.

But all good things come to an end and we couldn’t just stay on the beach drinking fresh pineapple juice all day forever.

India turned out pretty well for us
India turned out pretty well for us

It was dark once again when we arrived back in noisy chaotic smoggy Delhi (Serenity now….) and checked into the same hotel where we’d started this trip. I saw Goof off in the wee hours of the morning.

Goof leaves Delhi like a thief in the night
Goof leaves Delhi like a thief in the night

She went to the airport for her flight home, and I went back to bed.

When I woke up again a few hours later it seemed almost like my sister had never been here. I felt a bit dejected as I set off myself, to New Delhi Station. But when I arrived at the familiar platform and boarded the train in the early morning rush I felt my spirits rising quickly.

No train journey around here is ever without entertainment. When I hopped off a few hours later at Jhansi Junction, I saw this handy advice from India Rail painted on the stairs.

Handy advice from India Rail at a station
Handy advice from India Rail at a station

Several of these suggestions didn’t seem to have much to do with train travel; maybe the citizens of Jhansi need some life-guidance in general. I didn’t stay there long enough to find out. Instead I took an auto rickshaw for another hour to a small town called Orchha.

In Orchha I settled on a guesthouse that I liked: a family home in an extremely messy state but my room was clean and besides, I liked the family. They ran a snack stand next door and constantly fed me samosas, pakora and chai. Plus one morning I woke up to some monkeys running loose in the hall outside my door.

View from my guesthouse in Orchha
View from my guesthouse in Orchha

Tucked away in the countryside on the banks of the Betwa river, it’s fitting that the name Orchha means ‘hidden’. It’s an historical town: founded in 1531 it was the capital of one of the most powerful kingdoms in central India, until 1783. Today it’s just a few rambling modern streets built around an impressive Rajput palace complex and some seriously massive temples.

Around Orchha
For a small town there is still enough traffic to warrant this sign
For a small town there is still enough traffic to warrant this sign
Kids in Orchha
Kids in Orchha
School run in Orchha - I saw a harassed looking man driving this around the same time every day. There were around 8 more kids crammed in the front. I know because they all wanted to shake hands with me.
School run in Orchha – I saw a harassed looking man driving this around the same time every day. There were around 8 more kids crammed in the front. I know because they all wanted to shake hands with me.

It’s an easy place to spend a few days soaking up the silence in ancient ruins, exploring magnificent temples and noisy modern-day markets, and eating sunset dinners on rooftop lookouts nestled amongst the lofty spires of the temples and palaces all around.

The Rajput palaces at Orchha
The Rajput palaces at Orchha
The Rajput palaces at Orchha
The Rajput palaces at Orchha

The main complex is made up of two 16th and 17th century palaces: the Raj Mahal and the Jehangir Mahal.

The Rajput palaces at Orchha
The Rajput palaces at Orchha
The Rajput palaces at Orchha
The Rajput palaces at Orchha
All by myself again and resorting to selfies
All by myself again and resorting to selfies
The Rajput palaces at Orchha
The Rajput palaces at Orchha
The Rajput palaces at Orchha
The Rajput palaces at Orchha
All by myself again and resorting to selfies
All by myself again and resorting to selfies

There are outlying buildings including one that served either as some pretty elaborate camel stables, or as a royal pleasure pavilion, whatever that means – no one knows for sure. And the nearby Rai Parveen Mahal palace once belonged to a famous courtesan.

Courtesan's palace
Courtesan’s palace
Courtesan's palace
Courtesan’s palace

Life in Orchha today revolves around the huge Ram Raja temple, where Rama is worshipped like a king.

Ram Raja temple
Ram Raja temple
The big entrance at Ram Raja temple
The big entrance at Ram Raja temple
Paintings on the wall at Ram Raja temple
Paintings on the wall at Ram Raja temple
A calf inside the temple
A calf inside the temple

Anywhere else railings like this would corral the queue for a rollercoaster or a stadium: here they’re for containing devotees come to worship at Ram Raja.

The queue-railings outside Ram Raja temple
The queue-railings outside Ram Raja temple

Originally a palace, the building inadvertently became a temple when it turned out that a temporarily installed effigy of Lord Ram was impossible to move.

And just next door, Chaturbhuj Temple towers over Orchha – the actual temple the effigy was intended for. Climbing up inside the temple you can see all over the entire town.

Inside Chaturbhuj temple
Inside Chaturbhuj temple

Besides palace-and-temple-hopping, a short walk out of town and along the river is a group of chhatris.

The cenotaphs on the edge of town
The cenotaphs on the edge of town

The once glorious Rajput kingdom is long gone, but fourteen cenotaphs still stand – funerary monuments to the royal rulers of Orchha.

The cenotaphs on the edge of town
The cenotaphs on the edge of town
The cenotaphs on the edge of town
The cenotaphs on the edge of town

As for me, I had a flight home coming up fast, so I reluctantly retraced my steps to Jhansi station and then caught a train for Delhi. It was less than a year since the last time I’d travelled in India. When I left that time I felt sad, wondering when I’d be back. But as I boarded my flight this time, I thought to myself, no doubt the next time will come sooner than I think.

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Hi, I'm Sarah.

I’m a long-time traveler and part-time wanderer, with a love of remote places and empty spaces. 

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