Galaxy Beach Resort
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... br> deep purple sari with white highlights selling tiny aubergines of a similar
colour. The two seemed to merge: lady and livelihood. I ended up sitting on the
floor between these ladies for a good three hours communicating as best we
These simple (a completely inadequate term
as their lives seem a lot richer than mine) people seemed so happy, warm and
brimming with humour. The lady right next to me was selling tiny lemons, their
pungent aroma along ...
After a quick look around a museum we headed to the tower of St Augustine which I honestly thought would simply be just that. A tower. I knew it was once part of something much bigger, I didn't realise that the "much bigger" part was still there, lying in ruins. It's awesome! I love ruins and so does Tarrant, we spent ages picking our way through what was once a huge monastery built by Augustine friars in the late ...
After a very quiet nights sleep we woke up just in time to make breakfast which was ok although Hannah realised immediately that the eggs didn't agree with her and quickly exited for the loo! It's gonna take some getting used to with meals over here, even the blandest of cornflakes taste a wee bit different with unpasteurised milk poured on them.
With trusty lonely planet by our side we spent some looking into our next few days in Goa and beyond. ...
... You must be mental… It’s just there’ (pointing ten yards to the front). How I remember times when I was screaming out for a taxi. How our world has changed.
Zoe is getting stuck right in to her Yoga classes and I generally get up and go for a run on the beach. Then some very gentle circuit training before swimming in the sea. Sometimes we grab a kayak and head out to the open seas. Ultimately, the world ...
... the beach. Part of a film or, more likely, advertisement was being filmed. Huge lights and unidentifiable film structures were set up on a small square of beach. In the centre of this a group of scantily clad Indian ladies and men performed a poorly choreographed dance. We watched, along with a horde of others, as the same few moves were endlessly repeated. One of the pieces involved using beach towels as a sort of gymnast's ribbon. It was just awful, but entertaining ...