Postcards from our drive to Goa. 11/12 hours of which were rained out.
And everywhere we looked, signs of life creeping out from everywhere possible, were to be seen.
12 hours of driving thru battering rain, and I’m home.
Postcards from our drive to Goa. 11/12 hours of which were rained out.
And everywhere we looked, signs of life creeping out from everywhere possible, were to be seen.
12 hours of driving thru battering rain, and I’m home.
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