I sit down for breakfast at TEMBO, my favorite beach shack, when this bull walks on to the beach. Same one I saw yesterday, going the other way, when I did not have my camera. I mumbled something about a missed opportunity...he must have heard me.
Goa was a Portuguese colony for so long, it is easy to forget that I am in India - the look of the churches, the taste of their portwine.
Moments like these are here to remind me: "How likely am I to meet a Holy cow on the beach anywhere but India?" 

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