Cooking, Beaches And Kayaking; Standard Palolem

No, Tarrant. No. You may not feed beef momos to the tiny cow. I'm sure the tiny cow would enjoy them but it's kinda like grinding up the postman and feeding him to the neighbours wrapped in a little steamed dumpling. It's the Tibetan bovine version of Sweeny Todd. I'm also pretty sure that's how [...]

Checking Out Old Goa

Sooooo you know what's not fun? Catching a bus with all of your bags when you're still not sure if your digestive system is ready to rejoin civilised society. I chucked a couple of precautionary tablets down my throat and we went to the end of the road to wait for the bus to Mapusa. [...]

Obligatory Death Trap Rental Day

I am literally the only person in the whole of Goa who insists on wearing a helmet whilst on a scooter. True story. It's not like the helmet in question would offer any manner of protection if I did fall off, it's a flimsy, cracked thing and I've seen better quality head gear in the [...]

You Know You’re Getting Old When…

It's awkward saying hello to your partner who you've not seen for nearly four months when you're queer in India, they've criminalised gays and lesbians here so we could only greet each other with sort of an awkward hug which sucks when all you want to do is snog someone's face off. I had no [...]