Arrive in Goa Sunday 15.25pm their time (10.23am ours). After an 8.30am wake up on the Saturday we are exhausted. The heat blast from stepping outside of the airport wasn't as bad as expected. More concerning was that whilst in Mumbai airport they had received a terrorist threat and grounded a plane - this may have explained the excessive sternness of the airport officials.

We met Abu with ease and climbed inside the quirky Suzuki for the last leg of the journey. Although tiredness was overtaking at this point, closing your eyes was not an option. Abu is in control but there are no rules as long as your horn works! Drive where you can see road. If someone is coming towards you, presume they'll stop. Have faith the cows, dogs, scooters, children, pigs & chicken knows that your horn means "move over I'm faster than you". Much like the airport security, it seems crazy but appears to work. Lots of building work taking place, we're told it's mainly hotels. Tourism is good but I can't help feel like that the locals don't have a choice in the matter. We arrive at the apartment and it's an eye-opener. Gorgeous white washed walls against luscious green palms and bluer than blue pool.

It's everything I could have hoped for and Sy's smile tells me he's happy. A joint decision was made to go for a minimal effort dinner of a Dominoes pizza delivery!! Large pizza only cost £5, surprisingly good pizza. We finally collapsed into bed a whole 31 hours later.