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Anjuna to Mandrem: one hell of a bumpy ride, both literally and emotionally. From taxi tussles to crab-watching, violent eels to fishy mysteries, and a storm with a side of poker—we saw it all!

Our last hurrah in Goa was one for the books: an eel-bitten morning swim, haggling antics at Mapusa Market, blessings from a topless temple priest, and a bizarre beachside finale in Colva. Stay tuned!

We accidentally booked a brothel (psy-trance, no less), haggled like maniacs at Anjuna market, crafted Frankenstein shoes, hit the casino jackpot (£40 counts) and ended it all with food poisoning.

Missed brekkie? Pastries saved us. Navigating chaotic ticket queues, dodging queue-jumping grandads. Lunchtime misfire led to a life story and a sketchy shop. Ended the day with steak… and regret.

Two days, one mystery dosa, countless monkeys, and a tuk-tuk ride so bumpy it realigned our spines. Hampi left us dazzled, queasy, and oddly grateful—for the views, not the monkey antics.

Bangalore was a whirlwind of chilli cocktails, mall-envy, cow worship (of the buttery steak variety), and questionable nightspots. From neon-lit bars to rooftop dinners, chaos never tasted so good.

Life in Tamil Nadu served us a cold dose of reality: no WiFi, nonexistent trains, and a SIM card quest that could break Gandhi’s resolve. But hey, Cochin saved the day—pizza fixes everything.