Goa: A Lesson in Life. Chapter 9: Anjuna Introductions
Still taken aback, I Introduced myself to an out of shape, balding, but well spoken young Londoner called Chris. I[…]
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Still taken aback, I Introduced myself to an out of shape, balding, but well spoken young Londoner called Chris. I[…]
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Read moreI was now well into my first week in Goa. Anjuna was lifeless and empty, so I beat the path[…]
Read moreDawn of my first morning in Anjuna. I’d slept soundly and for the first time felt refreshed, relaxed and together.[…]
Read moreAs I headed off down Baga-Calangute road, the heavens opened once again. I ran for shelter into what revealed itself[…]
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