Well, in retrospect I feel like a tigress, having survived it. We were on the road for 12 hours both while going and coming back. The last leg of the journey is always painful, so an hour or two before we reached Goa I had had it. I was even ready to walk it down.. yeah that much drama was ensuing in my head. But, my hubby was extremely patient and he kept pushing me..
Finally, I made it and I couldn't be gladder. Of course, the remaining 3 days also we were on the bike wherever we went. 😉 But, I enjoyed myself, after all it was Goa.
We were attending Rider Mania which is an annual biking festival and it is a 3 day madness of just endless Bikes and Beer. One cannot fathom which is more in quantity, the number of spruced up bikes or the overflowing beer. To add to that I haven't seen so many men all enthusiastic about shopping. There were lovely stalls put up of biking accessories right from biking gear, tees, silencers to some really cool gadgets. It even got me interested and I enjoyed browsing around.
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