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If there’s one thing I’m definitely not, it’s fashionable.
Unless you call wearing the same 2 pairs of jeans on rotation, accompanied by a variety of different Harry Potter and Game of Thrones branded t-shirts, and a pair of my little sister’s battered old converse fashionable. Which, let’s be real, most of the world doesn’t. My idea of dressing nicely is ironing (or having someone else iron) my clothes, swapping the Converse for pumps and maybe putting a pair of earrings in. And to support my claims even further, I’m ashamed to confess that until very recently I thought culottes were a style of shoes.
Considering all of the above, can you understand the level of shockwaves that ran through my body when the lovely guys over at Miss Tunica offered to send me something from their collection for my trip to Goa? I was so shocked, in fact, that not only did I offer to pay the international postage fees but when they suggested I choose my favourite item, I had a kid in a candy shop type meltdown and sort of panic sent an email with about 10,200 different options basically saying “I like them all, you choose!” So smooth.
It worked out for the best, though, as I ended up with the most gorgeous fiery and floaty tunic I otherwise wouldn’t have chosen, as I have a dark, dark soul and would have inevitably wound up opting for the plainest black one they had. Because black looks good on everyone, non?
The plan for the day was to head out to one of Goa’s stunning beaches, snap a few shots of me awkwardly playing fashan blogeur and just spend a few hours twirling around in my floaty and light new tunic, acting like some sort of Indian-Caucasian princess hybrid.
And we did go to a nice beach, actually. We bartered with a very nearly-toothless man on Palolem Beach until he agreed to take us out to Butterfly Beach (a lovely little photogenic and secluded patch of sand) on his boat for a very good price, and saw some dolphins in the process.
For some reason, though, the guy didn’t end up taking us to the beach and instead zoomed us in close enough to see Butterfly Beach, pointed at it and then returned to Palolem. I suppose that’s what paying below budget gets you?
So, with our plan to take wanderlust-inducing photos of me draped seductively over a coconut tree, gazing out into the distance with my boater hat on (LOL), we resorted to Plan B, and rode out to the even more secluded and photogenic Cabo de Rama Fort.
Situated a little bit north of Agonda Beach, the fort is the largest of Goa’s many forts. Originally believed to have been built by Hindu rulers, over time Fort Cabo de Rama has passed hands so many times that even the history books struggle to keep track! It was restored by the Portuguese in 1763, but most recently used as a government prison until 1955 when it was abandoned and left to ruins. Many say there is beauty in abandonment, and that’s definitely true when it comes to Cabo de Rama Fort!
At 180,000m², Cabo de Rama Fort offers quite a lot of ground to cover, even if you plan on spending all day there! Because of our failure in visiting Butterfly Beach, we only actually arrived at the fort at around 2pm, meaning our time was somewhat limited. Still, it was just enough time to take in some of the most breath-taking views of the Goan coastline!
Hailing from the UK, where health and safety come before anything and everything, I’m like a kid in a toy store when given free reign to explore beautiful places free from security guards and “Do Not Cross” lines. So I was absolutely in my element in Cabo de Rama Fort!
We decided to follow the walls around half of the fort, before cutting back through the middle to make it back to the entrance/exit. This, of course, meant having to walk through the high brushes you see in the photos which, honestly, is not ideal when you’re wearing nothing but flip-flops and a viscose-chiffon tunic! My legs were scratched to death but the tunic somehow managed to survive the attack! It surprised me, as it’s such a light and almost flimsy material, that I half expected it to be ripped to shreds. I’m so glad it remained intact, though, as it’s firmly a new favourite beachwear item!
Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it!) there weren’t any coconut trees for me to seductively drape myself over for a photoshoot in the fort (I really hope my sarcasm is coming across as intended!), but we still managed to get a few photos of me awkwardly sitting around, all in the name of fashun.
Catwalk-ability of the place aside, Cabo de Rama Fort is an absolutely stunning and sorely underappreciated part of Goa. It’s the perfect relief from the crowded beaches of North Goa, and although quite difficult to get to if you don’t drive, with no entry fee, it’s definitely worth the effort of making the trip!
If you’re staying anywhere near Canacona, Agonda or Palolem, any and all taxi drivers will know exactly where you want to go! Otherwise, if you’re able to rent a bike or moped and make the drive yourself, the ride there is absolutely stunning. And also a little terrifying, like a rollercoaster but for two-wheelers and with no safety belts.
Have you ever visited Cabo de Rama Fort? What did you think?
The lovely guys over at Miss Tunica gifted me the item featured in this post, but all opinions on floatiness and durability when attacked by wild shrubbery are my own.