Ah, the gentle churn of the Mandovi River, the distant thrum of music, and that unmistakable twinkle of a thousand lights reflecting on the water. Every time I set foot onshore from a casino boat, th…
The sun, a fiery orb, was just beginning its descent, painting the Goan sky in hues of orange and purple. The rhythmic crash of waves against the shore was a soothing soundtrack, but my heart was pou…
Ah, the thrill of the ocean! I still remember my very first time descending into the calm, turquoise waters off Goa’s coast, fins propelling me gently, a kaleidoscope of colours unfolding before my e…
Ah, Chapora Fort! Just the name conjures up images of sun-drenched camaraderie, laughter echoing against ancient walls, and panoramic vistas stretching out to the horizon. My first visit years ago wa…
The roar built gradually, a low rumble at first, then a thundering crescendo that vibrated through the very earth beneath my feet. As I rounded the final bend in the trail, it hit me – a monumental c…
Ah, Fort Aguada! The very name conjures up images of sun-drenched ramparts, the scent of the Arabian Sea on the breeze, and tales of old Goa. I remember my first visit vividly. It was a crisp Decembe…
Picture this: the gentle putter of a ferry motor, the scent of damp earth and verdant foliage hanging in the morning air, and the shimmering surface of the Mandovi reflecting a sky just beginning to…
There are some places in Goa that whisper, and then there are those that shout. Agonda, my dears, is a place that murmurs . I remember my first time, a few years back, arriving after a slightly too-…
Ah, Vagator and Chapora! Just the names conjure up a kaleidoscope of memories for me. I remember one particularly balmy evening, years ago, scrambling up the rather worn path to Chapora Fort, the dry…
I still remember my first time setting foot on Arambol Beach. It was a late afternoon in November, and the golden hour sunlight was absolutely magical. The air was thick with the scent of salty sea a…
