The beach of Palolem is jam-packed with beachfront bungalows, restaurants and tourists. The streets nearby are dedicated to guesthouses, internet cafes slash tour offices slash motorbike rental shops, and of course, the typical tourist store with your usual hippie duds.
But the water is as clear as I’ve seen it–in India–and the rocky hills and thick fringe of palm trees lining the strip of sand just scream PARADISE.
We secured a room on the sand (wasn’t a bungalow but it was less than 100 meters from the ocean) for 300 rupees a night and abandoned our precious belongings to hit the beach.
Instead of heading straight to the water, though, Xiker dragged me all the way to the end of the beach and urged me to climb over some rocks, pointing to a small cove nearby. There was a short, white strip of sand, and there weren’t that many people there, so “allllllright,” impatient lil ‘ol me said.
In truth, the cove wasn’t at all secluded, it was completely crowded with more beachfront bungalows and three plush restaurants, but for some strange reason, most people chose to hang out at the main beach, so we only had to share it with a few other people.