It brings back happy memories and a quiet smile as I write about this more than a year later. One of the most memorable adventures on a bike which would be cherished forever and be imprinted in the memories down the lane. Sieving through my Goa album and fiddling with the large chunk of pictures, takes me back to those moments in a jiffy and surprisingly I recall most of the details quite vividly such as the scorching heat, getting a beer after a hot afternoon at Cabo de Rama, my mate's legs getting jammed after riding the Royal Enfield for almost the whole day as I still do not know how to drive a two wheeler. After landing at Goa after a five hour peaceful journey by train, we happened to crossed paths with a French couple at the bus stand near the railway station. I recall that the conversation began with pleasantries and me trying to converse in whatever little French I knew at the time. Slowly the conversation turned into a pretty intense one about comparison of the french and the Indian culture. And surprisingly we all ended up crashing on the same beach for the day although initially their plans were a bit different. They were pretty excited as they had got to interact with us since it was their first time in India while we got a western company in exchange. Both the man and the woman were hoteliers in France.