Its always entertaining when you watch these gypsy type families making u
p their tight rope and then getting the small child to walk it but then they go around with a hat and move on to the next cluster of beach shacks. The children are like performing bears and have no choice and I guess that they don’t get much money for themselves for it either. What happens to them when they get too big to be appealing? No education to date, no value, no use; I suppose they could join the sandmen or road workers that live alongside their road works under a tarpaulin. The first time we saw them was on Palolem beach in the deep south of south Goa many years ago but we have only seen them since a handful of times.
We decided to treat ourselves to a meal at the Fusion last night while we are staying in Majorda and our suspicions were realised when we sat down; another one changed hands. It looks like they have kept as many of the old staff on as possible so that they could continue with the same basic 
menu. We recognised just about everybody except for the new owner and his wife who are a nice Indian couple that speak excellent English. The wife has added a couple of Italian dishes of her own and the paintings on the wall for sale that the previous owner painted all gone and replaced with tack. The tables and chairs were not of the same quality as before, neither were the crockery etc. but the Brazilian chicken salad starter was every bit as good as it ever used to be. As was my main course, the Fusion special fillet steak, but although Claire’s Lasagne was good it was not to the usual Fusion standard. We did have a bottle of our favourite Sula wine with our meal and they did their best to make us Irish coffee’s but
the bill was hefty, even for Fusion standard at £3500 rupees, well over £50. The kitchen staff were pleased to see us again and we left very happy but our reasons for staying in Majorda again are fast diminishing. We stopped off at the little cheap bar across the road for a nightcap and chat and retired home. One of the staff there recognised me and I him but it wasn’t from working there as it was his first season, but must have been from the Pentagon where he used to work for the last few years. Places swap and change all the time, some for better, some for worse but we haven’t found too many winners this time.
We arose quite early but both had upset tummies and spent ages on the toilet each; little yellow tablets to the rescue. It could only have been the Fusion as we ate very little for lunch at Dilli’s place and had felt fine last night. Anyway, I dropped Claire off for her beauty treatment and a massage to try and help her leg and headed into Colva for our internet duties. I also picked up the laundry, took our empties back and bought a few more, replaced our money from the A
TM and set off late to pick Claire up. I was also supposed to buy an Indian SIM for Claire’s old phone and visit the travel agents, but they will have to wait. My stomach had settled but Claire’s was still upset so we decided to come back home, put the drinks in the fridge and sit around the pool but it was overcast so we decided on a trip to the Majorda Beach Reso
rt. The best price that they could offer me this time was 7500 rupees a night, well under the Leela but still almost £200 for 2 nights. As we had only paid £400 for our flights and 3 weeks accommodation we decided against it this time; maybe we should have stayed a couple more nights in Calangute for free. They still haven’t renovated it like they had told us 2 years ago and its getting quite tired around the edges now, but still nice. We walked through their gardens past the 
pool and out to the beach. Claire had remembered that our favourite beach resort last time was the first on the left but I remembered its name was the Mish Mar which was now on the right. Many of the staff were still there from last time and the owner came over to greet us; I got on well with him last time as he followed F1
and I used to go there to watch the races. Of course, he supported Force India or “Kingfisher” as he called them. We decided to eat first as we were hungry again and it was still overcast anyway, choosing a Chinese for a change. We were a little disappointed and Claire barely ate anything as she still felt rough, so we left quite a lot. I took a shot of this guy trying to promote his recent catch of three crabs. The little boy and his family set up his tightrope outside and we had a relax on some sun beds and a swim in the sea but returned home very early as Claire was getting worse. We only just made it home on time for Claire to start throwing up everywhere; in fact it was coming out both ends. She’s definitely not herself as she doesn’t want a drink and asked for fizzy orange which I had to go out and fetch and now she’s asleep in be
d.
Well last night in Majorda tonight but I think we will have a night in and I will fetch a takeaway later if Claire comes around. We haven’t found anything out about the price of our hotel as Claire has not checked her emails today. Tomorrow Claire was going to do her first Indian blog but we will have to see how she is. Heading off to Cavelossim first thing in the morning, lets see how we get on there and find out how Claire has got on.
p their tight rope and then getting the small child to walk it but then they go around with a hat and move on to the next cluster of beach shacks. The children are like performing bears and have no choice and I guess that they don’t get much money for themselves for it either. What happens to them when they get too big to be appealing? No education to date, no value, no use; I suppose they could join the sandmen or road workers that live alongside their road works under a tarpaulin. The first time we saw them was on Palolem beach in the deep south of south Goa many years ago but we have only seen them since a handful of times.
We decided to treat ourselves to a meal at the Fusion last night while we are staying in Majorda and our suspicions were realised when we sat down; another one changed hands. It looks like they have kept as many of the old staff on as possible so that they could continue with the same basic 
menu. We recognised just about everybody except for the new owner and his wife who are a nice Indian couple that speak excellent English. The wife has added a couple of Italian dishes of her own and the paintings on the wall for sale that the previous owner painted all gone and replaced with tack. The tables and chairs were not of the same quality as before, neither were the crockery etc. but the Brazilian chicken salad starter was every bit as good as it ever used to be. As was my main course, the Fusion special fillet steak, but although Claire’s Lasagne was good it was not to the usual Fusion standard. We did have a bottle of our favourite Sula wine with our meal and they did their best to make us Irish coffee’s but
the bill was hefty, even for Fusion standard at £3500 rupees, well over £50. The kitchen staff were pleased to see us again and we left very happy but our reasons for staying in Majorda again are fast diminishing. We stopped off at the little cheap bar across the road for a nightcap and chat and retired home. One of the staff there recognised me and I him but it wasn’t from working there as it was his first season, but must have been from the Pentagon where he used to work for the last few years. Places swap and change all the time, some for better, some for worse but we haven’t found too many winners this time.
We arose quite early but both had upset tummies and spent ages on the toilet each; little yellow tablets to the rescue. It could only have been the Fusion as we ate very little for lunch at Dilli’s place and had felt fine last night. Anyway, I dropped Claire off for her beauty treatment and a massage to try and help her leg and headed into Colva for our internet duties. I also picked up the laundry, took our empties back and bought a few more, replaced our money from the A
TM and set off late to pick Claire up. I was also supposed to buy an Indian SIM for Claire’s old phone and visit the travel agents, but they will have to wait. My stomach had settled but Claire’s was still upset so we decided to come back home, put the drinks in the fridge and sit around the pool but it was overcast so we decided on a trip to the Majorda Beach Reso
rt. The best price that they could offer me this time was 7500 rupees a night, well under the Leela but still almost £200 for 2 nights. As we had only paid £400 for our flights and 3 weeks accommodation we decided against it this time; maybe we should have stayed a couple more nights in Calangute for free. They still haven’t renovated it like they had told us 2 years ago and its getting quite tired around the edges now, but still nice. We walked through their gardens past the 
pool and out to the beach. Claire had remembered that our favourite beach resort last time was the first on the left but I remembered its name was the Mish Mar which was now on the right. Many of the staff were still there from last time and the owner came over to greet us; I got on well with him last time as he followed F1
and I used to go there to watch the races. Of course, he supported Force India or “Kingfisher” as he called them. We decided to eat first as we were hungry again and it was still overcast anyway, choosing a Chinese for a change. We were a little disappointed and Claire barely ate anything as she still felt rough, so we left quite a lot. I took a shot of this guy trying to promote his recent catch of three crabs. The little boy and his family set up his tightrope outside and we had a relax on some sun beds and a swim in the sea but returned home very early as Claire was getting worse. We only just made it home on time for Claire to start throwing up everywhere; in fact it was coming out both ends. She’s definitely not herself as she doesn’t want a drink and asked for fizzy orange which I had to go out and fetch and now she’s asleep in be
d.Well last night in Majorda tonight but I think we will have a night in and I will fetch a takeaway later if Claire comes around. We haven’t found anything out about the price of our hotel as Claire has not checked her emails today. Tomorrow Claire was going to do her first Indian blog but we will have to see how she is. Heading off to Cavelossim first thing in the morning, lets see how we get on there and find out how Claire has got on.
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