El Paso Hotel Panaji

... thinkers of our race? They have come up with theories, based on much greater evidence than the evidence to the existence of God, yet the church still exists. Why is that? Because there are still unanswered questions, and even the great theories are nothing more than theories, and people NEED to believe in something, something that can answer the questions they cannot comprehend the answers to. Everybody needs to believe in something infallible, I guess it's called hope ...

... rondgecrossed over het platteland en langs de zee. De verschillen zijn enorm, alleen het wakker worden al: van een open riool, waar je gewekt werd door het piepen van de ratten en druppende airco's in Mumbai, naar het ruisen van de zee en palmbomen. <br>Een paar dagen geleden kwamen we aan in Panaji, de hoofdstad van Goa, waar we vandaag alweer vertrekken richting Aurangabad. Het plan om nog naar Hampi ...

... Benjamin Button ... we loved both. Panjim served as a useful base for the past 5 days enabling us to explore nearby Old Goa, a World Heritage Site with its colonial-era churches and the tomb of St-Francis Xavier; Ponda, where we toured a spice plantation encompassing everything from vanilla pollination to betel nut; and Anjuna for its huge and famed Wednesday market right next to the beach there.

... Dneska celej den spekulujem jak se do toho Bangalore dostat nejlip. Olina tedkonc vyrazila do nejaky cestovky aby nam poradili. Tak ze budem mit tu spravnou, ceskou dovolenou u more. Deset dni u more, valet se na plazi a kdyz je moc horko zaskocit do baru na plazi, na studeny, to uz sem nedelal aspon petadvacet let...Akorat ze tech prihod uz moc asi nebude a fotek taky ne. Vono fotit polonahy rusky barysni s hromadou nahejch deti taky ...

... explore. No sooner have we reached the town outskirts than we're caught in a moonsoon downpour so, drenched and in danger of behing washed away ourselves, we make it to our concrete shed where we dry off by standing in the shower...no towels leave us having to drip dry. Emerging just before darkness we walk the minute to reach the cliff edge and views of the ocean though the peacful secene is soon interupted by the many market traders camped here who insist we look at each and ...

... early. 30 mins later we were in the capital and were shouted at to get off when about 50 people were all getting on - not sure how they thought that was going to work. We were abandoned in a bus park in the middle of nowhere ( with no facilities). We were told the bus would arrive in an hour, after we were told rudely to just wait there. It just seems like noone speaks nicely to you here and you are just ...

... and the smells, past make shift houses built higgeldy-piggledy on top of eachother and full scale games of cricket on imacualte lawns, every player in pristine white. Unable to get a sleeper train the next night we settled for a day train that left at 6.55 the next morning. no rest for the wicked. so the next day, bright and early, we were stumbling through victoria terminus - a huge relic from the empire complete with ...

... now but it isnt quite like that at first glance. Kind of sand coloured sand, covered in debris of some sorts from the storms that happen EVERY night, sand coloured sea cus the rip is still really strong, and well yes there are tons of palm trees absolutely everywhere. Luckily Ols lighter came with a torch otherwise wed never find our way back to the room at night. Off season so theres only 2 restaurants open worth going to but we ...

... insult Clint at all, but... So we headed off to Paolem beach, a picture postcard tropical cove in Southern Goa. The beach was bookended by a palm covered island at one end and a picturesque rocky outcrop at the other. The beach is lined with a bunch of huts and bars with a liberal sprinkling of deckchairs, umbrellas and couches. It's nice... real nice. Anyway, here's a brief summary of the prototypical day at Paolem beach. Wake, eat (great ...

... reached a McDs it was like a sign from heaven. I had no choice but to let the McDs security open the door for me, enjoy the aircon and listen to the Boyzone type pop blaring from their speakers. A Filet-O-Fish has never appealed so much to me in my life! We head back to the hotel, get a taxi and arrive early at the domestic airport. Landing safely in Mumbai, we get a prearranged lift to the hotel! Day 8 Get a tour around Mumbai - a much cleaner and more modern ...