I took a ferry to Macau for the day. In many ways the town reminded me of Goa. Both having once been ruled by the Portuguese, the architecture had that distinct flavour: arches dominating the buildings; open squares; even one of the churches was similar to one I’d seen in Panjim. Continue reading China’s Macau
Have you noticed how many of the photos from India are mine? Did I really visit India? If I did, where are my photographs? Continue reading Where are her photos of India?
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No matter where I was in India, it was hard to get away from the crowds, the hawkers, the scents and sounds of India. But while in the south, I found a beach that stretched several kilometres off with not a building or soul in sight. Continue reading Away from the maddening Indian crowds
Kochi Chinese fishing net — Photo courtesy: Hans A Roshach — Wikimedia Commons
I think Goa is over rated while Cochin is under rated. The green city with its coconut-fringed waterways was paradise. It was hard to escape the sea and the Chinese fishing nets that swish into the sea, not that I wanted to.
Reflecting back on some of the choices I made in my youth, I wonder, what was I thinking?
Here’s an example: Continue reading A journey to I’m not sure where
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When I stayed at Colva Beach, there were 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 Continue reading An appetite for Goan pig? Not me….