It was a morning like any other in Goa. Lazy, languid, leisurely. But also not like any other, because we had planned a trip to Terekhol Fort (also called Fort Tiracol) – my husband, me, and our friend, Raju.
Raju was a biker. And since all three of us couldn’t possibly fit on his dilapidated bike, we rented a car in Panjim for our long drive to the fort. It was early in the day, but I fortified myself for the drive with a peg of vodka and relaxed in the back seat, while the guys took over tedious job of driving there.
Terekhol fort is about 60 kilometres north of Panjim, on the top of a hill bordering the mouth of the Tiracol river. A ferry from Querim takes you across to the hillock. From there, it’s a short drive to the top. The sweeping, vertigo-inducing view of the Arabian sea from the fort is worth the drive there.
It was August, a month when riding a bike in the blinding rains would be madness. But we had a car. And windshield wipers. And a smidge of Smirnoff to keep our spirits up.
You could see the rain coming a mile away. A cloudburst, followed by a white wave that washed over the paddy fields and soaked the thirsty soil in its long-awaited beneficence.
The rains ebbed and flowed over us like the tide washing over the sand, as we drove on to Terekhol, dodging traffic on a road that was wide enough for no more than one and a half cars. Every time a bus came along, we had to drive off the road and wait until it passed by.
We were in a good mood, not least because of the little cocktail I’d imbibed before starting out. We listened to our favourite songs and laughed at stuff that only 20–something’s in the pre-millennial era would find funny.
We were now getting close to the Tiracol river and the ferry that would carry us to the hill on which the fort stood. Lush monsoon vegetation lined both sides of the road in a green hedge.
Ahead, a curious cow poked her horns out of the bush. Not knowing the cow’s intentions, we slowed down instinctively. The horns vanished and we sped up again.
The sound of breaking glass split the morning air like a crash of thunder. Our car had stopped dead in the road, and we were covered in cube-shaped pieces of glass. We were also missing a windshield.
The belligerent bovine, having committed its dastardly act, had hightailed it into the bush, seemingly unhurt, while we were left in the wake of its wavering departure, in mild shock and minus a windshield.
Whether it was the vodka or the shock, I’ll never know, but I took it all in quite torpidly, the way a slightly inebriated beach bum surveys the calm ocean in front of him. I didn’t panic nor did I emit any sounds that communicated panic. Instead, I giggled.
None of us was injured, so we debated on what to do next and decided to carry on with our journey as if nothing had happened. Thanks to the cow that couldn’t decide where she wanted to go, our windscreen was shattered, but our resolve was not.
We reached the fort without further incident, parked the windshield-less car under a tree and covered it with a plastic sheet to keep the rain out.
After enjoying the sunset from a unique vantage point and spending a pleasant night at the Fort Tiracol Heritage Hotel, we drove back to Panjim, stopping under trees and holding up the plastic sheet over our windshield-less car every time the rains threatened to flood it and soak us inside.
We put in a new windshield at an auto repair shop before returning the car to the rental agency. I continue to live in perennial mistrust of cows, especially ones that can’t make up their minds, and beg my driver or companion to always give them the benefit of the doubt – and a wide berth.
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12 thoughts on “Windshield, Meet Cow”
Hah!! I am dying!!! I cannot believe the cow just jumped out at you! And was unhurt to top it off! Thank god you guys were ok! A big animal can do some serious damage!!! But all in all, worth the experience for that view!
Yes, it was, Caitlin. A bit of a shocker but worth the trip. 😛
OMG! How scary! Glas to here that everyone is ok, including the cow! LOL! “Distrust for cows”…. I feel the same way about kangaroos in Australia. Constant accidents on the highways in our country side.
Cows are probably just as untrustworthy as kangaroos. In India, they stand in the middle of the road all the time, blocking traffic. The incident happened long ago, but the memories are still fresh.
That must have been some experience! I haven’t had an incident with a cow in the car before, but there’s a first time for everything! Glad no one was hurt.
More importantly, the cow was unhurt. That would not go down well in India. 😛
OMG!! I cannot believe the cow just jumped out at you in this way! I’m happy to hear that you all are ok, and also the cow. This kinda experience remembers us how lucky we are sometimes.
Yes, we were lucky that neither we nor the cow was hurt.
Wow, when you guys are still on your way to Tiracol river, I love the scenery of Lush monsoon vegetation lined both sides of the road, which I guessed was so refreshing. Sad to know about the encounter with the Cow, and good thing that nobody injured and everyone were okay. Despite that, you guys seem to have really owned an amazing road trip.
Yes, it was quite memorable, LaiAriel.
I too think I would have giggled. You can’t predict these events and they make for stories you shall never forget
Yes, they do, Laura. 🙂