Towards the end of my trip in India, I headed down to the beaches of Goa. I had heard good things about it, but was wary of having a similar experience to my visit to the islands of Thailand (wherein I encountered more drunken sunburned 18-year-old Brits than I care to admit). I arrived at Palolem Beach and was pleasantly surprised at the awesomeness of it. A super laid-back beach with huts and delicious cheap food and beer. It was paradise.
At the end of the day, the fishermen would arrive with their hauls and the fresh fish would be served up at the restaurants that lined the beach. Speaking with the fishermen, you start to get a sense of what hard work really is. Their back-breaking work earns them less in a 16-hour day than a half hour’s work at minimum wage in the USA.