Kismet Hotel Panaji

... the same uniform, so I asked him if he found my bag. He said no, and chuckled, and with the help of a lad genuinely wishing to help, I found out that those buses belonged to Kadamba bus company, having two control centres, one in Panaji, and one in Porvorim, and I should go to Porvorim and show them the ticket, which they could track down. <br>So I did this. I got on a bus that chugged oh so slowly towards Porvorim, and when I got off, with hope and despair fighting in ...

... of European genes. The owner of the hotel we were booked to stay on our first night (Al needed an address for his visa application) was called Felix D'Mello, which says it all really. After 20-30kms of tropical paradise and smatterings of poverty, I arrived in Panjim. Even here in the capital there was an unmistakably relaxed atmosphere, with broad roads lined with colourfully painted buildings of Mediterranean descent. After checking into the ...

... zabava v plnym proudu. Kolem devcete uz sedelo asi deset much..a ta byla v sedmym nebi. Konecne sem si ji poradne vsimnul. Z profilu vypadala jako egyptska kralovna...myslim Nefrite ci podobne ale ze predu jako indicka Genesha. Asi stejne jako kdyz vemes vovalovej talirek na chlebicky, doprostredka namalujes sirokej nos vod jednoho konce do duhyho a nahore udelas na kazdy strane dve tecky jako voci.Stejne jako ten slon ze predu. Myslim si, ze se v tejhle zemi neztrati! Tak ze, jak ...

... none of the carriages were W2. As it had taken me about ten minutes to walk the length of the train I didn't have enough time to go back to the start to ask any questions before it set off so I jumped in the nearest carriage and hoped for the best. All was pretty good till an hour in when the true occupant of my seat turned up and I was turfed out. Luckily after half an hour of standing I got another seat and eventually a sleeper birth. I say luckily cos ...

... re assigned to upper, middle or lower berth. People on upper berths tend to see out the whole journey up there. If you're on a middle or lower berth you have to come to an agreement about what time you want to lie down at with any other passengers sitting on that seat (your bed). The accepted rule is that seats can't be unfolded into berths before 9pm. So, Catherine on the middle bunk, me on the ...

... monks and wise men of yore drifted from south India up to Cambodia rather than the other way around. Who knows? Yet there is a life in the town that has not disappeared with the past, as so many traditions in life have drifted into the dusts of time. If anything there is a time-warp of a different kind: the stone artistry born millennia back still exists, and streets and alleys click and clack and tap-tap-tap to the rhythm of chisels and hammers as stone masons sit on the sidewalks ...

So, my blog works now... Good. Because I have to say that I am in heaven. I left Mumbai a couple days ago and it was very exciting to take the train in India. Savio dropped me off at the station and right away we heard it was delayed by more than an hour. But once in the train all was fine, and by the time I got to Thivim it was almost 3 hours late. The train was fun, it was a night train, so pretty ...

... lovely views. He took us in his ten year old boat made of Mango wood and it was an excellent experience. We have sunbathed and also we took a trip upto another beach, and found that we were the only two there, it was ace, we had the beach to ourselves, it was a real secluded spot. The other night we were in a bar and we didn't know that there was a festival on at Palolem Beach that night, until we heard the music, and then we saw the locals marching through the ...

... used to doing nothing in style and the time passes. We're staying in Anthy's guesthouse on Benaulim beach in Goa. We did try to save money by staying somewhere cheap and cheerful on the first night but it turned out to be cheap and dirty instead. Having spent so much time getting here we've decided not to scrimp too much now that we've finally made it. It's amazing how easy it is to slip into a life of complete relaxation. Within ...

... However the line is drawn when Blue, West life and some terrible country and western is played by people who seem to have no realization that a guitar might need tuning, nor that 2 blokes sat drinking beer and reading a book want nothing to do with being serenaded by a couple of people dressed as cowboys standing about 2ft from the table while you're trying to eat. On one occasion we were having a meal with another couple and the musicians asked if there was a ...