Arriving in Anjuna had already been a little eventful and with cuts, hangover and hunger kicking-in, it was time to find ourselves a new home. Anjuna is far north and a rather backpacker destination so this was a little harder than we anticipated. Walking along the beach in midday heat with a huge packpack is exhausting, especially when you have no idea where the beach huts are as your book of shit is the most unhelpful guide a girl could have. At this point, Gail was feeling pretty rough and sent Nikki off to hunt down beds. Luckily after turning down the huts with no locks and an open window, she found a little gem called Radha Guest House run by Ganesh-camp and cute fellow. Little did we know that our time in the pretty hut ... read more

So it all began on 28th December when we both arrived at Manchester Airport and our parents met for the first time, albeit teary, red-eyed and not overly jovial; however, it was a lovely farewell following weeks and months of stress! It took 29 hours, one car, three planes, one taxi and lots of sitting before we finally arrived in South Goa, Patnem. There’s something fabulous about arriving after all that sweaty traveling to walk into your room (Home as it is aptly named) and find it to be a cute, perfect image of everything you imagined. Relief! Instantly, as British as we are, we headed to the bar on the beach for a well-earned bottle of Goa’s finest: Kingfisher. In all honesty, we spent the first four days living, eating, ‘tanning’ in a 50 meter ... read more