We could not wake up! An alarm set at 7, I
8 and 9 wouldn’t do anything. It was only the hotel owner waking us up with a knock on the door at 9.30 that woke us up. 

Jet lag had got the best of us. We weren’t sure what to do so we decided to drive up to Baga beach to see if we could find any dive shop. The only shop we could find told us that diving was done. We were out of season and had come at the wrong time. We knew this already but we hoped it wasn’t true. So we booked a trip for tomorrow to go on a water sports adventure. 
We ended up driving to Candolim. About 4 kms south of where we’re staying to have lunch. Tandoori chicken with garlic naan. Probably one of the best meals I have had in my life. We enjoyed it and played cards. After we went down to the beach to swim but were called in by the lifeguard because it was too rough so we just enjoyed the view. We decided instead to drive up to Aguada prison and fort to see what it had to offer. 
It was an old 16th century fort built by the Portuguese to defend the bay from the Dutch. It was fairly impressive and our first look at colonial Goa. The view of the surrounding Bay Area was stunning despite the ominous clouds coming in to signify the rains were about to come. 

We hopped onto our bike and headed back to the hotel to shower, get changed and head out to one of the many bars Baga had to offer. We checked out Titos, an obvious Goan favourite as even the main road signs were pointing towards it. We sampled some of the Goan seafood with Shrimp curry and a couple of frozen margaritas. 
We moved on down the strip of bars to one which drew us in by the sounds of wailing singers indulging in karaoke. We arrived took a seat and within moments handed in a request for a song. When it came to our turn to sing, I can’t say we were appreciated by the crowd. But that didn’t stop us. We met a group of young girls from Mumbai and two young entrepreneurial Indians and danced the night away. 
When it came to leave we got onto our moped and I was eager to drive home and prove my driving skills I had learnt that day. It had been raining and I (a little too eagerly) pulled down on the accelerator. I don’t remember too much but we were lying on the floor with the bike on top of us and a crowd of people circled around us in concern. We were lucky to be with Rahul and his friend as he escorted us back to our hotel with Sam driving at the front. 
Back in the hotel we decided that we needed to disinfect my wounds so I washed myself off in the shower and Sam grabbed the only antiseptic we had, alcohol gel. If you have ever put 99% alcohol on your open wounds, you might have a small idea of the pain I felt thereafter. Screaming out in pain, my body went into shock and I began to shiver. Sam managed to grab a first aid kit from a man across the road from our hotel and she bandaged me up with an antiseptic pad. I promptly fell asleep bundle up in a blanket.