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…
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…
