There is a lot of difference in being a ‘tourist’ and a ‘traveler’ . On our every tour we try to come out of our comfy ,secure ‘tourist zone ‘ at least on one day . We keep one extra day aside to explore some unusual places or to do some random things . In other words we try to be ‘travelers’. This ‘Tiracol Fort ‘ is also a kind of ‘out of the way ‘ place for routine tourists of Goa.
Tiracol Fort was sooooooo….uncommon that even our hotel staff were clueless when i inquired about this place. Google maps showed just 53 km if we use a better road ( from candolim) . But it took us more than 3hrs as we had many ‘pauses’ in our journey . We started on bike at 11 am and decided to have our lunch by 1 pm. But surprise……… there were no restaurants not even dhabas .It took us more than 1 and 1/2 hour to locate at least one decent restaurant. Even there the waiter kept saying ”sorry mam” for almost half of the dishes . Finally he settled us with one ‘over spicy hyderabadi biryani ‘ and one ‘tasteless pasta’ .
One can find small tea stalls,cool drink shops en route . Petrol bunks were spaced with long distances.
After about 3 hrs of journey ( with 45min lunch break) we came to a dead end at tiracol river .We were gobsmacked . Sign posts and maps were still showing the same direction. We lost our hopes and took an ‘ about turn’ . On our way back we asked one elderly women ,just in case . She too was directing us to same spot and then said we needed to cross the river on ferry. She even offered us ferry timings. We could catch a ferry just at the spur of leaving which was the slowest form of transport i have ever used. I made friends with one localite aunty who offered me a place to sit .She belonged to ‘Tiracol village’ travelling with husband . The ferry operators were friendly and showed us the route to Tiracol fort.
Finalyyyy………. we were at Tiracol fort . It had two security people and two more tourists .It used to be a resort once but when we were there resort was shut down . There was nothing much to see except for the breathtaking view of Tiracol river joins the Arabian sea . We enjoyed that for few minutes before i injured my self while hopping. My husband insisted on leaving the place did not look safe with only occupants being 4 unknown men.
But this time we again took a chance by not taking ferry and choosing one alternative route . That turned out to be one of the ” scariest bike journeys” of my life as we could not find a single human being or animal for 25 mins in that route. I was making up my mind to encounter some dons or dhakus as the place looked so deserted and gloomy . It was almost like the road in English movies where we expect the couple to get lost on their holiday and find themselves ‘face to face’ with a psychopath or devil or both . I took my breath peacefully only after i saw one women waiting at small village bus stop after 25 mins. Rest of the journey was uneventful .
I am really sorry for not writing much about Tiracol fort but you can read on wikipedia ,here
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