When the day drew to its triumphant end, we still remained in each other's arms, not wanting to part for a minute, but looking at the clock, I realized that it was time to get ready for the journey.
I kissed my love on the lips with tenderness and asked her to get out of bed and get ready for the trip on the cruise ship. She smiled sweetly, stretching gently, and a few minutes later the two of us were already heading to our car, holding hands in anticipation of the upcoming cruise.
It seemed that our wings of love had grown to incredible sizes, and we were ready to take off, but pushing the gas pedal, we flew along the road towards the already familiar huge bridge that connects the two parts of northern Goa.
The slowly burning sun began to cool down, and the city was engulfed in lights. Having reached the river port, we had to stand in line among a huge number of people who wanted to spend this evening on board the ship and have fun with all the heart.
Having shown the tickets, we went through the lower floor to the upper deck, where in one part there were food stalls, and in the other there was a huge stage for dancing and entertainment, decorated with garlands and light music.
In the middle of the deck, spectators were already seated, among whom were many tourists, including indian of different religions such as Sikh, in their huge turbans on their heads.
In total, the ship could accommodate about 100 people only on the upper deck, which made it seem like a huge vessel in the middle of the wide river of this wonderful and still magical Goa.
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