Tag Archives: Palolem

Top cooking tips from Goa

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Top cooking tips from Goa

Tim would probably tell you that the number one, golden rule would be don’t let Gemma in the kitchen. Definitely not near the gas. And probably not near any utensils… even the spoons.

But he’s wrong.

I am a culinary wiz… as I’m sure Raj (of Raj’s Cookery School in Palolem) would tell you. In fact you can see just how talented I am in this video. Read the rest of this entry

GTA – Goa India. The **** returns $$$

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GTA – Goa India. The **** returns $$$

I grew out of computer games at quite a young age – Final fantasy was too much effort, resident evil was terrifying and the sims is like watching Eastenders without the suspense of not knowing what’s going to happen. I have nothing against computer games, I just prefer life… Although now I think of it, I did like my Comadore 64.

But there is one game I’ve always liked. Grand Theft Auto. For anyone who doesn’t know, Grand Theft Auto is a bit like real life… only cooler, faster, more violent and with more swearing. Read the rest of this entry

Palolem Beach – where the sun always shines and the men don’t stare (mostly)

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Palolem Beach – where the sun always shines and the men don’t stare (mostly)

For me arriving on Palolem beach was like hearing the announcement that women can vote. Freedom. All of a sudden, my time of feeling insignificant was over. I was finally spoken to, I felt confident walking places on my own, I even bared those shoulders. It was emancipation at its finest.

I understand now how this kind of ecstasy (not the naughty kind) leads to bra burning. It’s not that I didn’t understand the elation of finally getting equality, more that I didn’t understand why the bras had to go? For me a bra is comforting, practical and for the more ample ladies a back-saver. But never before have I felt so liberated to be wearing a bikini.

This liberated feeling led to several days lazing on the beach and a number of 241 cocktails. Still we were experiencing the culture, really we were…. Read the rest of this entry