Playing football in the sand, swimming in the sea, feasting upon delicious fish - a much welcomed break from what left myself and many others confused about the kind of place the world really is. Expecting answers was not really a good idea, I found out, as India makes you feel frustrated and leaves you with even more questions.
Goa is a beautiful place. The sand is soft and light; the sea warm and fresh; the food absolutely delicious - there is an air of energy everywhere. Magical, but almost unreal. First impressions? It ain't India. It's too different. But then again, what about the huge differences in wealth of the people in Mumbai? You have people driving flash Audis, or new BMWs. You have us spending lots of money eating waffles and crepes and baby Kingfish. You also have a significant amount of people without food or shelter. The inequality exists, but although it's been discussed heaps amongst ourselves and in debriefs, I still find it hard to accept. It makes enjoying the Goan beaches a bit more difficult, perhaps not in the moment of things, but definitely in the silent hours of the night and morning when thoughts can run wild. Many of the questions asked since the start of the trip remain unanswered.
After many conversations, it seems that the problems in India, at home and in other places in the world all go back to one of the biggest questions I and many others have been asked by India - What are you going to do about it?
But the thing is, I don't know. Many of us don't know. And it sucks.
Ivan
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