Nanu Resort Goa
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- Swimming pool
- Free parking
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... before me. 80 year old old lady, who possesses only a tooth and carries a red Nicholaus cap. She speaks very much and very loud. Many in the bus must laugh or at least schmunzeln. Again once one moment, in which I wished me to understand the language. Finally after over 54 hours on axle, we achieved finally our goal! WE ARE IN GOA!! Now finally the REAL vacation begins! Beach, sun, mad music, sea and which one wishes oneself otherwise still in such a way everything:) But ...
... hut for a few more days (4 to be exact) than we had planned, so we could heal. I could certainly think of worse places than a beach hut in Goa to spend some time mending broken bodies! But I also began to get anxious that we wouldn’t get to see any more of India. It was a country I had heard so much about from other travelers and I didn’t want to judge my experience of it on two cities, even though they were in two different states. So we made our way down to Gokarna, ...
... robić sobie z nami fotki (jak sie popatrzy na zdjęcia to w sumie trudno im się dziwić). Po krótkiej ale wspaniałej kąpieli w końcu wróciliśmy na naszą plażę gdzie mogliśmy usiąść w cieniu i popijać zimne piwko (o ile wypicie pinty piwa w 3 sekundy można nazwać popijaniem). Lunch był po prostu boski. Red Snapper i Sea Bass ...
... There are more classes, workshops, readings and chakra re-alignment
opportunities than we can count, this beach certainly draws in a crowd of
specialists who practise and teach their arts here, and this draw also calls in
a large crowd of travellers, festival goers and surprisingly Russian tourists
who all come to Arambol. Although, I think that maybe some of the Russians come
here more for the sun and cheap living than some of the other stuff, we ...
... at the furthest point of the mainland. While the other three waited on a rocky wall I set off to find my way across the channel to the island. Sandy wading gave way to precarious hopping across slick rocks. A fast current had carved a deep groove between me and the island and as I didn't think the others would want to swim I gave up on my dream. I returned to sit and watch the sun gradually set.
During this time a couple of other tourists attempted ...