Month: August 2004

Lie in. Sat outside back door by the view of the countryside and finished William Boyd novel, Armadillo. Went for a stroll late afternoon in the Baga direction – along Tito’s Lane to the beach, collected shells, then strolled southwards to Calungute.Ate at Cavala again as not much else open. Different waiting staff were on… Continue reading thank chuff for William Boyd…

I wonder if there’s anywhere in India where dogs don’t howl and bark incessantly all night. I decided to just get up at Dawn’s crack and was introduced to the day by the sound of yet another person wretching and throwing up. Decided not to go on the North Goa tour today but to escape… Continue reading Monday 30 August – Cavala Resort

I got up to go to the loo around 4am. In my semi-conscious state I barged into the toilet roll holder jutting out of the wall, and goudged my thigh open on the metal cover sheet. Think it might’ve warranted stitches but I had a first aid kit with me. I was reminded of the… Continue reading no holiday, no injury…

“South Goa tour with an Elvis-impersonator tour guide. I was the only non-Indian in the group – the others were visiting from out of state, eg Mumbai, and were a very polite, friendly, middle class bunch. Strolled up 31 January Road through the quaint Portuguese district to the Panjim Residency, the government tourism centre from… Continue reading – thankyou / god go with you
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I had a great taxi ride to Delhi International Airport on Saturday morning. It was a beautiful sunny day and roadside life was interesting to watch. Sights included a man sitting in a chair by the road having what looked like a haircut/shave and a head massage and a herd of cows sheltering in the… Continue reading Go on, y’will y’will…