Browned and--sadly--mosquito-bitten, I have just returned from a beach all the way on the other end of Goa. It's so close towards the end of Goa, in fact, that Google Maps shows you the little dotted outline of Karnataka, just spitting distance from there. Also very close is Gokarna, which is actually IN Karnataka, and where I once went, many years ago, all by myself, to have a very lovely, contemplative beach holiday. This time, we were taken by two friends, as a wedding present, to their favourite beach. They were also taking their two dogs with them, so we had to arrange separate transport, since said dogs are not the little lapdog variety, and require most of the backseat to themselves. Which meant K got to live a long held ambition of going on a long drive on the Enfield Bullet, which he has been wanting to for aaages. (Don't worry, we both wore helmets.) On the way there, we decided to be a bit more adventurous than the map had in mind for us, and took meandering country roads, rich with trees and birdsong, including this little bridge in the photo up top (enable images to see!) which was so narrow that if you stretched out your arms, you'd be able to touch the sides. (On the way back, I saw an old white lady on a cycle smiling to herself as she headed a caravan of scooters and cars, no one can honk at you on this bridge, you see, because there's no space for anyone to pass.)
The Internet Personified: Beach Hideaway Edition
The Internet Personified: Beach Hideaway…
The Internet Personified: Beach Hideaway Edition
Browned and--sadly--mosquito-bitten, I have just returned from a beach all the way on the other end of Goa. It's so close towards the end of Goa, in fact, that Google Maps shows you the little dotted outline of Karnataka, just spitting distance from there. Also very close is Gokarna, which is actually IN Karnataka, and where I once went, many years ago, all by myself, to have a very lovely, contemplative beach holiday. This time, we were taken by two friends, as a wedding present, to their favourite beach. They were also taking their two dogs with them, so we had to arrange separate transport, since said dogs are not the little lapdog variety, and require most of the backseat to themselves. Which meant K got to live a long held ambition of going on a long drive on the Enfield Bullet, which he has been wanting to for aaages. (Don't worry, we both wore helmets.) On the way there, we decided to be a bit more adventurous than the map had in mind for us, and took meandering country roads, rich with trees and birdsong, including this little bridge in the photo up top (enable images to see!) which was so narrow that if you stretched out your arms, you'd be able to touch the sides. (On the way back, I saw an old white lady on a cycle smiling to herself as she headed a caravan of scooters and cars, no one can honk at you on this bridge, you see, because there's no space for anyone to pass.)