The Unplanned Goa Trip – A Comedy of Errors

Like every other night, three best friends gathered for their usual late-night discussion a sacred tradition that mostly involved overanalyzing life, complaining about jobs, and eating chips. But this night was different.

"Bro, we never go on trips!" one of them suddenly declared, slamming his hand on the table like a philosopher who just unlocked the meaning of life.

Exactly! Life is short, we should explore! another chimed in.

And thus began an intense, soul-shaking debate about where to go.

Shimla? Too cold.

Manali? Too many influencers clicking reels.

Kerala? Do we look like honeymoon couples?

After hours of pure chaos, unnecessary arguments, and one almost-broken friendship, they reached the ultimate conclusion:

"GOOOOOAAAAA!!!"

The decision was so powerful that one of them almost started a Bollywood dance sequence right there.

Excitement level: 100%.

Planning level: -100%.

They booked train tickets. On the waiting list.

But who cares about confirmed tickets when destiny is calling?

The trip day arrived. They packed their bags with full enthusiasm but zero logic one guy even packed a jacket. In summer. For Goa.

The train journey was 18-19 hours long, and they made sure to enjoy every second of it.

They saw waterfalls, rivers, and caves, pretending to be in a National Geographic documentary.

They made deep, intellectual statements like "Nature is beautiful, bro."

They ate everything the train vendor had to offer and then instantly regretted it.

Finally, at 10 PM, they reached Margao excited but so tired that even their soul needed a nap.

Get out of the station, find food, and find shelter like medieval travelers

They entered a local dhaba and fueled up on fried rice and non-veg, feeling like kings who had conquered hunger.

Now came the real challenge finding a hotel under ₹1000 per night.

"Bro, we are not here for luxury. We are here for adventure!"

After intense Google searching, they found one budget-friendly hotel just 9 km away from the station.

But instead of taking a taxi like normal people, they made a brilliant decision: Let's walk.

So there they were three overconfident idiots, carrying massive bags in the middle of the summer night, walking towards their hotel like stray cows on a highway.

Walk 500 meters. "Bro, let’s take a break."

Walk 700 meters. "Bro, let’s enjoy the Goa vibe!"

Walk 1 km. "Bro, my shoulders are gone."

At one point, they found a bench by the road and collapsed on it. And that moment was magical.

The cool night breeze, touching their sweaty faces.

The quiet road, lit by streetlights and surrounded by farms.

The ultimate feeling of freedom.

One friend climbed a tree like a monkey who had just rediscovered his roots.

Another found a random cap on the road and wore it proudly, claiming it as "Goa’s gift."

The third one just sat on the bench, played KK songs, and stared at the moon like a Bollywood hero.

This was it. This was the real Goa vibe.

For two hours, they didn’t move, soaking in the atmosphere like meditative monks except monks don’t steal mangoes from random trees (which they totally did).

At around 3 AM, they finally resumed walking towards the hotel. But the Goan roads had other surprises in store.

They found a church and got excited because "Bro, first time seeing a real church!"

Then they found a graveyard.

"Bro, let’s go inside!"

"Bro, do you want us to die on the first day?"

One friend still went inside to 'pray' we still don't know what he prayed for.

Finally, after dodging sleep, ghosts, and our own stupidity, we reached the hotel at 4:30 AM.

Just as we were about to enter the hotel, we heard a strange whispering sound.

"Did you hear that?"

"Yeah… what was that?"

"Maybe it’s just Goa’s spirit welcoming us!"

Without hesitation (and zero common sense), we followed the sound. Turns out, it was the ocean breeze.

So, instead of checking into the hotel, we ran straight to the beach.

Jumped into the water. Danced like SRK in a music video. Stared at the moon and reflected on life.

And finally, fell asleep on the beach itself. The next thing we knew it was morning.

Sun was shining. People were jogging.

And we were still lying on the sand like washed-up sea creatures.

We quickly picked up our bags, ran to the hotel, checked in (finally!), and collapsed onto the bed.

And that’s how our Goa trip started with no plans, no taxis, and a whole lot of stupidity.

We woke up at 11 AM, freshened up, and jumped straight into the Goa culture.

Met new people. Explored the streets.

Soaked in the Goan vibe that unique mix of sea breeze, adventure, and the faint smell of beer everywhere.

Then, we hit the beach. Made funny videos. Took some questionable sunbaths.

Swam like overexcited kids.

Had way too much fun until suddenly "Sir, time’s up! Please leave the water."

Yes. The lifeguards kicked us out. We didn't even realize it was evening already!

After a hearty dinner, we soaked in the Goa nightlife the streets lit up, the music pumping, and that classic Goa smell in the air (a mix of sea breeze, food, and freedom).

"Bro, let's hit a club!"

And so we did. Danced like maniacs.

Witnessed some questionable pole dancing.

Made new friends (some we still don’t remember).

Had the best bachelor night ever.

At 1 AM, the club shut down. But our energy? Still 100% charged!

"Bro, let’s go back to that bench!"

And so, like true legends, we walked another hour back to our magical bench, played KK songs, and soaked in the cool night air.

And that’s how we ended Day 1 tired, happy, and already planning more chaos for the next day…….