Where do I start? After crawling into the bunk below Grant I became aware of the lack of space and air. I was now past the stage of worrying about rats crawling over me or even bothered by the stench of urine, vomit & faeces.....my own little demon right now, which had been festering since getting stuck in that tiny lift back in Amsterdam, was now paying me the old surprise visit. Knock Knock....Who's there? "Why it's only your old mate Claustrophobia and I'l...

Earlier on we'd watch the passenger trains come in and try to find the carriage that we'd be travelling on......and we spotted one, it was totally different from the rest, newish even and with bright lights shining from within. Great, we said....that's us sorted then. As our train pulled in there was some confusion as the carriages werent in the order stated on the message board. So we frantically run up and down trying to find the A! carriage that we're meant to...

It was quite busy when we got into Margao Railway Station, we looked around, there were a few shops selling curries, peanuts, biscuits etc but not a lot to do. We managed to get a seat and then everyone started arriving. And I mean everyone. The Mumbai Express was due in an hour's time and before you knew it, mats were being thrown on the floor and in a matter of 10 minutes we were surrounded by a sea of Sari's. All different colours, it was quite spectacular and...

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...