We arranged for Sunil the taxi man to pick us up at 5pm and we loaded up. It would be a 1.5 hour ride to Margao Train Station. The train wasnt due until 23.40pm but we had wanted to see a bit of the countryside and so opted for this time to take in the scenery. It's different, I'll say that and we're glad we saw as much as we could. During the ride I asked Sunil about the foreigners who come to Goa on holiday.He pretty much opened up to us about the Goan Taxi Dri...

During our overly long stay here we came across some pleasant sights and some depressing ones too, one of the most depressing ones was a Bar called Mikey's Place and we had the misfortune of walking in one evening.......the first thing that caught your eye was that the wall behind the bar was full of empty Bacardi Bottles. I walked up and asked "Do you sell Bacardi?"......... the irony was lost, as expected. Then we were introduced to a bloated chap wearing an Ha...

It was like the beginning, the beginning of Apocalypse Now. I awoke like Captain Willard, staring at the rotating fan. In the film, Willard gets up and opens the curtains and looks at the street scene below and says..."Saigon, ****, still in saigon.."...I do a similar thing and look out of our window at a scene not too dissimilar..and I say "Goa, ****, still in Goa"... we've been here now for seven days and have been cursed by not getting train tickets......but a...

A couple of days ago we were talking to our new Friends Subha & San, both from Calcutta and were holidaying here in Goa. I mention how I'm trying to book tickets for the next leg , the railway journey to Kerala. Subha tells me "You may have a problem with this, if you do let me know". Since all railway reservation are now done on line, you can no longer simply show up at the station and get a ticket as sometimes the trains are fully booked. All my efforts hav...

"How are we doing on the blog?" asked Grant. "There's nothing to say, we havent done anything". We then got our act together and sorted out a taxi for Fort Aguada about 8 miles away. The Navaratri festival is on and so lots of local people are doing the same as us. The festival is the triumph of good over evil and all the vehicles are festooned with garlands of orange flowers. The road to the fort has many bolltlenecks and tedious car jams. There's lots of boats...