Hello everyone hope you are all well. We’ve managed to find some time and technology to upload our blog, so here it goes –

We’re in North Goa, staying in a hut made of palm fronds, overlooking the beach. We share it with a little frog called Jamima. Hopefully Jamima is not a poisonous jungle frog.

The weather here is amazing. The sun shines relentlessly all day long so the pace of life is very slow. Many of the hippies who came to Goa in the 70s are still here, teaching yoga and dishing out massages to oily tourists. It’s a bit like the healing fields in Glastonbury, but with less mud and more cows.

The Russians have invaded Goa. The men spend the morning working out on the beaches and the rest of the day strutting around flexing their pecks at anyone who cares to look. The women are svelte supermodels, who according to Pip have amazing ‘wiggles’. I couldn’t possibly comment.

Everything is cheap which makes it very difficult to spend a lot of money, although Pip is doing her best. A rabbit fur waistcoat is an essential travel item apparently, and a woman simply cannot do with less than thirty five sarongs! Despite this we are still getting by on about twenty quid a day.

Everyone gets around on two wheels so we’ve rented a Harley Davidson style motorbike to take us to the beaches and points of interest. Driving up the narrow coastal roads, dodging palm trees, goats and cows rates as one of the best experiences we’ve had so far.

People do try and rip you off left right and centre so you have to be switched on. The men who work at the local petrol station now know that if they try to shortchange Pip then she will use British charm (screaming in their faces)  to get her money back.

We’ve been here a week and we’re leaving north Goa now to head down further south. We’ve done about 0.1% of the coast and so have a long way to go! If it continues like this, then long may it continue. In the meantime enjoy a few pictures.