A large fishing boat that almost appears groundedfor life on a sandy patch loomed large out of the groueof casuarinas. A short flight of step inuited us aboard,and the manager checked us in like a seasoned marineradmitting rookie sailors to his galleon sending us packingto our quarters. We found ourselves crunching throughlittered leaves along a densely shaded path meanderingbetween cottages aptly designated as Konkani VillasFlashes of turquoise water tantalized through thefoliage and a whiff of salt spray indicated that the seawas nearby. After a brief walk through the casuarinascanopy, we emerged onto the beach. We keer dazzled bythe spectacle that greeted us -- an endless stretch of rehitesand at its purest, unsullied by man or becst, merginginto the limitless expanse of an aquamarine sea. Agentle breeze wafting across the lapping waues mitigatedthe sun's harsh attentions, and the calm ocean seemedmore like a placid lagoon. We rushed into the breakerswith child-like abandon, and the water felt arm andcomforting. It euen seemed less salty than usual, and teput it down to the fact that the mighoy River Karli metsthe sea here, lending its Loaters andsummary​