Two people chat away in Portuguese over mugs of chilled beer, the sea breeze dismantling their coiffure. A church stands tall in the backdrop, a few people amble along on a lazy street and a shopkeeper yawns at a nearby store. Time seems to halt in Diu, the idyllic coastal town kissing the Arabian Sea. It is this old-world charm, though broken a bit by the odd cyber cafe, which gives Diu its character, so very different from that of Goa of which it was once a part. Of course, for many thirsty Gujaratis plagued by prohibition back home, Diu is just a place where they can unwind.



