Goan with the wind
It all started when the wind picked up in the southern Indian province of Goa...
The lovely lady at the market stall flogged me a elephant print sarong.
And all my inhibitions of travelling alone in India were Goan with the Wind. Because the Goan people really are insanely friendly and welcoming except for the man who wanted his cow to dance on my back ... I never got to the bottom of that.
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