An Accolade To Mickeys Shack At Colva Goa

Old weary & weaving roads to Colva it made me take, To Mickey’s I was heading after a long break. The monsoon rains & the heady winds, Shut down the joint , but the ambiance it reminds. Opened this joint to yester’s morn, For the native, traveler or tourist afore he moved on. Warm is the vibe & cool is the breeze, The gamut so delicious , are cooked a wee bit of grease. The thatched rays ,they creep into the woven roof, The tables are spread out for space aloof. The people are warm and the ale is cold, And the clustered guest they are young & old. As dusk sets in , more soothing the breeze, The hotelier, he must stuff more beers into his deep freeze. As twilight sets and the lights come on, With the heat & dust , its all gone. The gentle breeze now fills his hall, As night descends, it’s fun for all. The lights are dim but the vista is great, The menu’s lines they wish to be on your plate. The moon is up and the stary sky deplete, In walks my girl for me to meet. The feast was great & precious time spent, Mickey’s to remember it’s meant.