After breakfast the following day we headed for the beach. The sun was shining and it was 33° but with a cooling breeze. We felt thoroughly spoiled when hotel staff provided us with huge towels and positioned our sun loungers under a grass sun shade. The sand had the consistency of icing sugar and softly scrunched as you walked on it. The sea (the Arabian Sea) was wonderful, it shelved gently and was warm as a bath but with a few waves to make it more interesting.
The beach stretched for miles in both directions and there were life guards positioned every 200 metres or so. As soon as you walked away from the “hotel” stretch of beach you were accosted by beautiful young girls in colourful saris, selling cheap scarves and bangles. They were friendly and polite but very persistent. We were newbies to the area and they looked so beautiful so we didn’t mind the interruptions. No doubt, by the end of the holiday we would find them extremely irritating.
At the end of the day as the sun was setting, we walked along the beach and had supper in one of the many shack restaurants lining the beach. We ate at a table set in the sand under a canvas roof. Tony had a fish curry and I had grilled calamari with salad and chips, the whole meal cost £7 for the two of us, including a couple of beers. After the sun had set we walked back along the beach and watched fishermen in a small wooden boat with outrigger land on the beach where there were many hands to haul the heavy vessel above the tide line. The women folk quickly sorted the silvery fish and the nearby restaurants took the fish to put on their barbecues.