The final drive into Goa was the best part of the whole trip southwards. A 3-lane motorway stint where the 4 of us (still with Max and Alina in Tanzophant) screamed with joy to each other through the walkie-talkies we’ve been using for inter-car communication, followed by palm-fringed country lanes, through small villages with brightly painted houses, fuchsia pink or lilac recurring regularly and slowly the realisation that we’ve reached the Tropics and Tourism. Continue reading
More than just golden sands
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