Palolem

My backpacking days are over. As I glide slinkily through my mid-20s, I wonder with incredulity at the energy of my youth, my prior propensity for scruffy misadventure, my predilection for ‘roughing it’. These days, I appreciate the joys of an air-con queen size over a bug-ridden bunk; I would rather quaff one finely mixed…