Fishing boats @ Benaulim Beach.

Poolside duties this morning, and now have one or two scorched bits, now liberally salved. with . . .
OK, too much information.
High noon, took our first wander along and down the road to the beach,where there were many more of the local fishing boats than a couple of years ago, and earlier, if my memory serves me well. (Julie Driscoll beware.)
The usual plethora of beach shacks are all still there, but perhaps not quite as busy as before.
Had lunch in one, Coco's, which we thought we knew, but very disappointing. We'll nae be gangin back.
Hawkers have apparently been exiled to their home states, Karnataka & Maharashtra, but a few girls were still in evidence, punting their wares along the beach. Nothing new in outrageous shirts as far as I can see, so no worries for Embra's style polis, yet.

Just to illustrate India's confusing nature: I wanted to withdraw a significant sum from my pre-loaded Mastercard. I approached an in-branch teller in Bank of Baroda, who told me they were not authorised to issue cash so I would have to use the ATM housed in a cubicle next door. I was told the max withdrawal was INR 25k, as 10k + 15k. Tried the first machine – bugger all. Tried the second machine, @ 15k. Rejected as I had “Exceeded my daily allowance” which I do not have!
Ended up getting out 20k in 2 x 10k, as suggested by the security guard who sits all day in the ATM booth, chatting on his mobile, and who knows more than the teller. Ah well, it makes the world go round.

Extras: Fish drying on the road to the beach. Don't know what happens next, and Joe Cocker prompt.  
Oh and big Bob the bull.