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…
Ah, Morjim! Just the name conjures up images of soft, honey-gold sands stretching lazily towards the horizon, framed by wispy casuarina trees. I remember my first visit like it was yesterday. The sun…
The first time I stumbled upon Palolem, years ago, it was purely by chance. I’d heard whispers of a crescent-shaped bay, lined with palm trees and a calming vibe, distinctly different from the hustle…
The Goan sun beat down warmly on my skin, a familiar embrace as I made my way through the bustling lanes leading to Baga Beach. The air hummed with a vibrant energy, a heady mix of laughter, the rhyt…
Ah, Anjuna! The very name conjures up vivid memories for me – the rhythmic whoosh of the Arabian Sea, the earthy aroma of masala chai drifting from a beach shack, and the kaleidoscope of colours at t…
Ah, Calangute! The very name conjures a rush of cherished memories for me. I can still vividly recall my first visit, years ago, when the sheer scale of its crescent shoreline, bustling with life yet…
