I've never seen so sound streets in India as on the way to Goa. All with proper markings and countless street signs and (randomly placed) zebra crossings. Of course it would not be India if the signs made much sense as a good country road had a speed limit of 30 km/h while it went up to 50 km/h in the villages.

Now one last thing about Maharashtra, the food is pathetic and with every place with visited it got more pathetic. In Ganapatipule the chicken dishes should have been called chickenbones occasionally with traces of meat. So we looked very forward to the famous culinary highlights in Goa. Consequently our first stop in the early afternoon was at Café Lila - a german restaurant. They have beef goulasch with spaetzle, berlin curry sausages, roulades and all kind of food you don't get anywhere else in India.

Next stop was the Oxford Hypermarket to buy some beverages and cookies. It is not a Supermarket. It is a Hypermarket. One of the many examples where India has adopted something and made it even greater - or hyper in this case.

Then we proceeded to our hosts, where we could stay at this beautiful old goanese house:

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They still have a traditional kitchen...

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...a classic drawing room...

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...and a nice little garden in the inner courtyard:

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