Tag: Writing

I should have felt a lot worse as the blinding light of a new morning pierced through the makeshift window[…]

Today was everyone’s last day in Goa apart from mine. I donned my tour-guide hat one last time to take[…]

And so, for the following week at least, we all went about our business. From time to time we’d get[…]

Still taken aback, I Introduced myself to an out of shape, balding, but well spoken young Londoner called Chris. I[…]

No account of Goa would be complete without mentioning the toilets. And what you get here is usually a hole[…]