An appetite for goan pig? not me

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When I stayed at Colva Beach in the 1970s, there were only two other tourists — one from Australia and an English guy who’d been travelling for seven years. No hoards of Europeans or drugs governed the quiet backwater beach back then. The biggest high we got was watching a local climb a coconut tree to retrieve young coconuts.

On weekends the one restaurant where I hung out felt overcrowded when an influx of Indians from Mumbai arrived and feasted on pig on a spit. Mmmmm – there was something about Goan pig a visitor should have been aware of back then (and maybe still), but that unappetizing fact will have to wait until the manuscript I’ve just had professionally edited is published.

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