Coronation Street meets India

This Dona Sylvia resort is a strange place. It comes highly recommended but I fail to see why. The rooms are nice and the grounds are lovely. It is close to the beach and the weather is great. So, what is the problem? Well, the place is filled with guests who seem to have escaped the set of the TV series Coronation Street. All working class Britons in other words with loud voices and huge (and I do mean H U G E) beer-bellies. They really look like they will drop dead on the spot. Woman even worse than man, mind you. Everyone over 50 (God only knows how they managed that!) and it is one big happy British get-together...

They love to play together



Remember: these are the fit ones!

However, I am still enjoying myself. No point in stressing out now, is there? Breakfast here is a mess by the way. They really cannot get their act together. How many waiters does it take to get me a cup of tea? Below is the god-honest answer!



The tea is pitch black (remember, Marco?) and the toast is rock hard. The guy who fries the eggs does not understand English so no matter what you order, this is what you get.



There are hardly any alternatives. I think I will skip breakfast and do an early lunch on the beach instead. The food there is not too bad. Still no Bombay Post...



The view is marginally better though... :)



Greetings from the weary traveler!



PS: You see Pallavi, I am getting there! :)