Our trip to India in 1991 started, more or less, in Goa.
We landed in Bombay (Mumbai) and immediately headed for the Victoria Railway Terminus to buy a ticket for Goa, where we planned to rest for a while and recover from jet lag.
The next morning saw us on our way; a beautiful day-long journey took us to Miraj, where we changed to the metre-gauge train that deposited us in Panjim, Goa, the following morning.
From our hotel in Panjim
Old Goa, near Panjim, has a strong Catholic presence
But, fun though the Goan towns and countryside are, its beaches are the main
We chose southern Goa and moved to Benaulim village for an idyllic couple of weeks.
Colva, the fishing village about a mile to the north of Benaulim, had a motorised fishing fleet and correspondingly larger catches than the fishermen in Benaulim...
Shanta supported her family by selling fruit to the Western tourists/travellers on the beach.
Despite the popularity of the beach, all it took was a few minutes leisurely stroll south from the village and you could claim a hundred metres of beach for yourself.
On the other side of the sand dunes, even in the prosperous state of Goa, was a world still relatively unchanged by modernity and the West