Palolem was the beach get away we needed after the partying in Mumbai and Baga. Once the effects of the old monk (Rum) had worn off we hit the road in 2 cars.
The journey was Indian driving turned up a notch or 2. We were involved in not 1 but 2 bumps,front and back. The first was a bad 1…the motor cyclist went right into the back of us. ….. but lucky nurse Willy Mac was on hand to help out.
The second was with another car, some blue Subaru that was in a hurry.
Not all the journey was by car however. The last 200 metres was on white sandy beach.
Our home for the next few days was a place called Ciarans, a collection of temporary huts right on Palolem Beach. We say temporary as the whole complex is taken apart for the rainy season and then put back up. They have been doing this for the last 15 years.
Palolem was an amazing place. We spent a few days just relaxing in the sun by day and sampling the local restaurants that line the beachfront by night. Our last night involved some frolics with lanterns.
On our last day we said goodbye to the three lads, Joey, Diarmuid and Willy, who were headed for Mumbai before heading back to London.
Then there were 2 again!
So that was Palolem.
Oh before we forget John decided to make an honest woman of Karen (after nearly 6 and a half years!) an he proposed in their beach hut. He did the business early in the morning so as to catch Karen unawares 🙂
That was the best birthday present she got since her Brian Laudrup Autograph!