Don Hill Beach Resort
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... to source. I ask that if this was an opportunity for me to grow, may source feel my gratefulness for it and please send me another that i may be more capable of accepting. Getting to the hostel i realize that i am happy not to be alone and surrounded by all these beautiful explorers, but at the same time realize that i have little desire to socialize with any of them. This is where i come to the conclusion that i have no clue what i ...
I hope that those who possess a slightly more discerning taste in popular culture will forgive me for comparing Hampi to the set of The Flintstones- but I can't help it. As we wound our way by rickshaw amidst crumbling ruins, neat ranks of glistening palm trees and towering piles of boulders (that looked as if the only logical way they could have got there is by the artistic hand of a cartoonist rather than 'volcanic activity') I could practically hear Fred's 'yabbadabba doo'. It ...
... t want to be rude so we let him take the picture and got back on our way. We went through a town called Callugoot and decided to see what he beach was like there. This was very brief though as it resembled something from Blackpool with hordes of indian tourists you could hardly even see the beach. When we finally got to Candolim the journey had been worth it as it was an amazing beach. We spent ...
... with us ordering vegetables in 2 dishes!
Anjuna- Tuesday 18th June
No eggs for me today!! Whoop Whoop!! Who would have thought that cornflakes could excite me so much?! We headed for the nearby beach of Vagator and the Fort remains in Chapora. We had the place to ourselves after a scramble up the hillside, and a scramble down (with a brief pit stop in a bush for shelter). Following that we drove further south to Baga (a Russian holiday makers dream), took some ...
... we couldn't take the moped. 'No problem!' our landlord said. 'I'll take you'. So we hopped in his van and he drove us the 40 minutes to Velsao, him chattering all the way. But when we got there, there were only expensive hotels around and nowhere for us to stay. He said he'd take us to the next town, Utorda. No rooms available in that small town so we ended up in Majorda the next small town down south. We paid him well for all his time and help and checked in to ...