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Chris P is 33
Today Chris woke up and pottered off to the toilet, realising that he was 33 today, yet another year older and not much wiser!
When he came out Annabelle had Stevie Wonder playing 'Happy Birthday' and he realised that he had a number of birthday cards laid out all over the bed. When Claire had come over she had brought cards from Kimmy, Chloe and Olivia which was such a nice surprise!
Olivia ...
Our 500th Blog entry
... keep her eyes open, despite being determined to read all about the history of Starbucks. Later in the day Chris went to the supermarket to get some drinks and had them on ice for when the girls returned – spoilt rotten or what!
Whilst enjoying a few very reasonably priced Kingfishers (1L for 70p) Chris started to sneeze and came to the conclusion that he had contracted ...
Days 54 to 59 - The Goan Lifestyle
... cuisine: butter chicken, pakoras and spring rolls, baked pizza, grilled cheese, pad thai and Italian. In fact, our best dinner was at a calm Italian restaurant we happened upon down a random alley, called Basilico. Although nothing could beat the ambiance of the dinners by the sea, with invisible waves breaking rhythmically on the unseen shore, while the ocean breeze gently rocked the orange lanterns to & fro.
We ...
De hippies.... ik weet waar ze gebleven zijn!
... voor wat het was en hebben in het dorp een (motor)bike gehuurd. Gelukkig had ik aan Mangesh een goede driver, want ik laat het echt wel uit mijn hoofd om in India actief aan het verkeer deel te nemen... Dus ik achterop en we hebben zo de hele regio verkend. Onder andere naar Aguada Fort met het Portugese lighthouse en Anjuna Market, een waanzinnig grote en toeristische bazaar (waar de hippies natuurlijk niet naar toe gaan..). Al met al een heerlijke dag!! ...
Going Goan Gone
... out' incidences) seems archaically analogue. Still trapped in the international arrivals terminal, the clock ticked closer and closer to our next flight's departure time. We scoured the area for any way to attain the required print out (begging, groveling, flashing a wad of rupees, etc), all to no avail. Eventually we paid a mad-dash taxi driver to take us to the new terminal where a SpiceJet (our airline) desk produced the illusive print out for no cost.
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