The beaches of Mandhvi were like none I’ve seen before- it was almost surreal seeing that amount of water and sand- with no bikinis, board shorts, rainbow umbrellas, noses smeared with sunscreen, children building “sand mahals,” frisbees and footballs being thrown and how could I forget, the elderly taking walks with outdated tennis shoes and plastic visors (you know.. you know….!-) The sun, as always shining strong, casted its reflection on the mirror like surface of the Arabian Sea..
perfect for a wedding proposal, maybe even a cliché beach wedding itself wouldn’t you say?! Crossing over a bridge- we passed over the boatyards- never have I seen ships being created the way they were here, (oldschool)- something straight out of that Hollywood hit about a Trojan Horse with that hunky Hollywood A-lister, again- a spectacle to remeber."There are no foreign lands.. It is only the traveler who is foreign." -Robert Louise Stevenson
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