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…

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, 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…

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…

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…

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…