Early morning 17 January 2012, somewhere on the road between Shantadurga Temple and Morgim Beach in Goa, buzzing along on a 125 cc Honda scooter.
Wind racing over my semi-bald head, eyes stinging, mouth watering for that first beer on Morgim Beach and mind gloating over the possibilities: chicken tikka, prawn curry, roti, rice, chips…
It was then that I saw the bridge, an upcoming sandy village and a maiden in a yellow sari.
To be honest, she was just passing by at the time I got captivated by the old bridge and dirty muddy river underneath.
The route from my temporary abode in Candolim, dotted with holy cows, chickens, more scooters, taxis, tantalizing smells, sleepy villages and bustling junction points, is shown below.