Day eleven: Goa at Baga

I am slowly recovering from my debilitating, not to say life blighting, maladies. With little sympathy from those nearby I can tell you.

Not much done today: nice lunch at a cafe run by some lovely German folk (water buffalo smoked ham - mmmmmmmm). Walk to beach. Walk along beach. Paddle in sea. About to head off for supper. Holiday day par excellence.

So a quick snap of the beach at Baga. If you ignore the massed hordes, jet skis, para sailors, beggars, touts, bars and (endless) garbage, it would look like paradise. Even so, in person it's quite nice indeed.