Palolem Beach is probably the most scenic of Goas Beaches. Arambol up in the north does have it’s fresh water lake and other beaches are certainly less crowded like Agonda beach, which is a little further North. But Palolem is a hut filled riot of colour where you
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Goa Bike Ride
It’s been a while since I have been in Goa and it has changed less than I thought it would in some ways, more in ways I perhaps cannot see. But I am a little wiser and am enjoying the bits I am seeing more and am willing to travel a little farther afield to see them.
Continue reading Goa Bike RideBollywood Calls..
I got approached whilst walking the streets to see if I wanted to be a Bollywood extra and I said yes, I was sure they would see my star potential and ask me to do something a little more Satjiat ray in the future, but for now it was to be 500 rupees for a day, breakfast, lunch and the chance to see how Bollywood does things.
Continue reading Bollywood Calls..Mumbai Again
I’m not sure if I like this place or not, but I get the idea that I’d love it if I stayed here for a year. I’m a bit of a sucker for old colonial houses, I’d have to get one of those – and a posse full of those locals that speak English in such a flowery way, using too many words because it’s fashionable, that use Nay instead of saying no. I’m not being sarcastic there either, I love it.
Continue reading Mumbai AgainLeaving MUWCI
I went out and got drunk with my daughter and her friends at the MUWCI or the Mahindra United World College, but now it’s time to move on and leave her to get on with becoming an architect. She is on her path, am so very, very proud of her. Continue reading Leaving MUWCI
The Train back to Mumbai
It was a bit of a relief to get away from the cold weather, but it’s a double edged sword as we went from the chilly north to the hot sweaty weather of Mumbai. At night in the train I was so cold I just paced back and force reading a book occasionally shadow boxing to warm up…
Continue reading The Train back to MumbaiLeaving Varanasi
So, we had made varanasi our own over the course of  our stay, learned to fly kites, learned about Japanese food, saw a few bodies roasting in a manner not to be seen except by the fella at the crematorium and had a whole lot of fun. Time to move on….
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