Sandray Luxury Resort, Goa
How has this resort rated in the past?
- Airport Transportation
- Minbar in room
- Continental Breakfast
- Drycleaning onsite
- Room service
TripAdvisor Reviews Sandray Luxury Resort, Goa Salcette
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... br> students do – more the fact that they didn’t seem to have cleanliness
standards. Dirty plates and rubbish was piled up on every free surface.
Following a speedy exit, and the promise to
email (um yeees…?) I ventured back into the heat and jumped on the next bus
that passed. This bus was ornately painted inside and had music blaring. The
young women were amused by my jorts (former jeans cut-offs).
The carnival didn’t start ...
... after being asked how I'd slept the night before, informed him that "I won't stay much longer and if I was able to scale my hut and strangle that bird, I most definitely would". Perhaps solely to spite all chickens everywhere I ate a chicken tikka masala that night and felt that to be some measure of revenge. Later the owner of the huts happily informed me that "the chicken is dead sir, I have expired it! So you stay longer now?"
... in Goa and then I made us walk to our hotel which was incredible expensive due to the festival but had been booked in advance. considering what we were paying I was disappointed by the hotel. Firstly the restaurant had **** furniture and looked like a building site. Our room was quite nice and we had a fridge which made a change. Also the beach was close by so that was good but the festival was still a 30min tuk tuk away so that bummed. Really it was all ok but for the price we paid ...
... ugly – but that’s fine too I guess.
Our first few days were a bit of a beery blur if we are honest, I always said it would be dangerous to go out drinking with the Aussie girls we had previously met, and my prediction proved to be very true indeed, but good fun nonetheless! Bec and Kylie are staying here for a short while whilst they make their way down south and then onwards for the rest of their travels, it was such a laugh to bump into them again, however ...
... We organised another taxi the following day to drive us the 2 1/2 drive north to the hippy beach town of Arambol. I utilised happy hour to the fullest ordering a large mojito jug whilst Kate went for a run, needless to say who worked harder. The problem with this place is I really don't want to do anything, don't want to take photos, don't want to organise a thing and even writing this blog is a struggle. I guess that's a good sign you're enjoying a place ...