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Goa: the good, the bad and the ugly

Probably one of the more questionable holidays I’ve been on…

Goa, India

A five day juice cleanse and yoga retreat on the sandy and beautiful beaches of Goa – sounds fool proof right? Wrong!

I’m not really sure where to begin, because I don’t typically write negative things on my blog (its so much nicer being positive!), however about 70% of this holiday was unenjoyable, and I feel like, if for nothing else than posterity, it’s my duty to say why.

What I thought would be a dream holiday was nothing short of a nightmare thanks to disgusting juices, over-bearing staff, clinical schedules, even more disgusting soups, 26 supplements a day in pill form (NOT an exaggeration) and yoga for 90 year old human beings aka a total snooze fest (luckily I decided to speak up on our penultimate day and bagged myself a one-on-one advanced session with the yoga instructor practicing my backbends and inversions, which was easily my best hour & a half). Run by The Beach House, the retreat sucked me dry of all my energy, left me feel sick, bored, annoyed and I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone except middle aged men and women who have some kind of medical illness, or who have just smashed the party scene too hard and are in serious need of a life alteration.

So let’s move on to Goa itself. Whilst Goa is essentially India’s notorious party scene, we stayed in the South, where the nightlife was nowhere to be seen (which was rather welcomed by my liver to be honest). The beaches are beautiful, the shopping is cheap, the food is good (yes, I gave up on day three of our juice cleanse and went foraging for food), the history is interesting, the company was great and generally this state in western India gives off all the right holiday vibes, and sans retreat I can’t really complain. The only thing I will say is the people who live there are the kind of people I don’t need in my life. Without generalising too much, I am quite confident in saying that about 60/70% of locals we met were incredibly rude and hostile – the rest lovely. Goans also seem to think its ok to take your photo every. damn. second. I had someone pointing their camera at my face or my body more than I take my own picture (which, as a blogger, is a big claim)! I’m talking men, women and families (yes, someone actually asked us to take a photo with their kids). And don’t bother saying “no thank you” or trying to walk away, because they will follow you and, essentially, violate you. I’m 124% sure there are pictures of me floating round a few Facebook pages in India…

So whilst I am in absolutely NO hurry to visit India again, let me share the positive parts of my journey through pictorial form in hopes that you guys have a better trip, should you attempt it!

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    Victoria Martin
    October 8, 2015 at 11:54 am

    Refreshingly honest. I bet you’re so happy to be back in Dubai 🙂

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