Villa Fatima Beach Resort
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... kept in a gold box...ewwww!!!! Uncle.maurice is full of tails, wish this one wasn't true! Around this area are lots of sacred grounds and buildings so brother maurice was in his tour guide element!! A man tried to offer us a tour and we kinda laughed in his face...we headed up a small road to the newly restored Rosary church on the El mond hill. Meeting some more sisters on the way. The view was spectacular over the mandovi river. Albuquerque watched the war between Portuguese ...
... drove along a busy road, across a very windy bridge to Old Goa, 9km away. Here stood a cluster of old white and red stone churches lying within manicured grounds, slowly filling with domestic tourists and their excitement in purchasing every kind of item from the street stalls, including a handheld, very fluffy monster with stompy feet that I myself owned aged 10. We then drove to Margos Reis fort, an old fort turned ex-prison that has been completely renovated, sitting proudly on ...
... end of the very long stretch of beach. We must have stopped at about 4 supermarkets until I decided that this one was the best, by this point Alice’s eyes were rolling but a boy gotta eat. Having stocked up with a few things we could put in our fridge we continued along the road to the fort. We saw lots of old churches (this is a largely Christian part of India) and lots of beach resorts. We stopped and had a look at some of the resorts; all were ...
... the best tippers.
Today we tried out Mandrem Beach, absolute paradise and very quiet. Control on building here means the only accommodation are beach huts which are temporary structures but positioned right on the beach. Very tempting as a possibility for our final weeks in India.
At the weekend we are heading down to Kerala for a week and will be experiencing our first overnight train journey ...
... over the hot spots. Finally, I feel asleep in a toss-and-turn state until the sun came up. We'd heard from different people that there was a much better doctor in the town of Colva, three-kilometres south. That's where Dr Elvis entered the picture.
I handed Dr Elvis the list of drugs that Dr Edgar had prescribed. He took the list and slammed it on his desk, then screamed Jerry Lewis-like, that a good doctor provides to his own diagnosis.
First, like a ...