Last Christmas, Chris’ friend Rajiv (aka Gabloo, aka Babu) offered to escort us in India during his annual trip to his home country. The poor man didn’t realize that we would take him up on his offer and we spent that last year making all of the arrangements.
We finally made it to Goa, India after a relatively pleasant 20+ hour series of flights and were greeted by Gabloo’s cousin’s Rupsa and Ansu (Sorry for the spelling Ansu). Ansu maneuvered the seemingly chaotic roads of India to our nearly beach front hotel where we relaxed on the beautiful beaches and took in some sun, fun, and parasailing.
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Banaulim |
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South Goa Beach |
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Lina is ready for parasailing |
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Chris finally found a place where he could go parasailing for $8.00. Werstiuk blood says OK, that’s a bargain. View from the parasail. |
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Another view from the Para-sail |
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Another view from the Parasail |
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Ansu and Rupsa enjoying the night-life |
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This crazy Santa was everywhere with a group of carolers. |
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Gabloo, Pria, and Riona |
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Here is Gabloo and his daughter Riona getting ready to enter the oldest church in India. |
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Here is a shrine inside the church |
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After a visit to the church, we headed to a remote beachside area to do some shopping and relax with some Masala tea and fresh Sweet and Salty Lime Soda. |
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Ansu playing with the local cows who are sacred and can be found everywhere. |
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A view from the café in Panaji, North Goa |
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Another view from the Café. |
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Lina’s brother wants to see what some Indian food looks like so here’s a Pomfret fish. Fish stuffed with a masala spice mixture. |
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Here’s some unintentional porn for Maxim magazine we found at a local café. |
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Now We’re off to Udaipur |
