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Byeeee India!
Helooooo, Writing this sat next to a sleeping Megan at Goa airport. It's 6 o'clock and we've been up since 4 with a very long day of travelling ahead of us. But it's all okay because we're starting a new part of our journey!!! We'll be meeting Will and Dave around 7 o'clock Bangkok time in the baggage collection area!!! Works out quite nicely, …
Ready, steady… GOA! The final lap
Goa: the final destination. Then home. Home after ten and a half months. After the craziest year of my life. By the time I had reached Goa, my travels had ended. It was time for a holiday.
Thomas and I flew from Kolkata back to Mumbai, where our India trip had started. It felt good returning to Mumbai – after seeing the rest of India …
Making The Most Of Our Last Beach Stop
... to get a private tour of one of the old Mansions (150R min) by the lovely (if slightly eccentric) caretaker, and were astounded by the amount of craftsmanship and history in one home.
There were loads of other things we could’ve done (boat trips, national parks, other villages etc), but we worked out that we would’ve only been doing them because we thought we should, rather than because we actually wanted to. But in cutting a load of things ...
You gotta go to Goa ... MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
... we knew it, the night had gone and it was time to hit the sack. After the fight to get underneath the mozzie net, which hung over our bed, we passed out in seconds.
The next morning we were awoken by the local wildlife, mainly crows I think, which are extremely noisy when they wake up and have the biggest feet in the bird kingdom it would seem, or at least that's what it sounded like at 5am when they were dancing on our beach hut roof. ...
Tikka & Tits
... us like princesses, but as we were both jet lagged we finished the night with a few games of ******** and went to bed. (I won a lot, on reflection I wonder if she let me)
Days were spent on the beach and by the pool, buying sarongs and jewellery from hawkers, sweating, dehydrating, reading books and listening to tales of debauchery from travellers much younger than our (my) thirty five years. Evenings were drinking Gin (Donna)/Vodka (me) tonics, ...