Road signs informed me when I was leaving the state of Karnataka and entering Goa.
But I would have known without the signs.
Suddenly the roads lost their patchwork of potholes and lumps and bumps.
In exchange, I was provided with a beautiful billiard-table-smooth surface that my saddle-sore rear immediately appreciated.
Shortly after the state border, I came to the edge of the Deccan plateau. I enjoyed the view, and a refreshing breeze, for a while.
Then it was goodbye to the Deccan and down to sea-level.