Have you been interested in staying in a tipi, but you’re not quite sure if it’s for you or not? Have you stayed in one already, and want to relive that experience? Come on a journey with us, and through our words, breathe in the jungle air, through your imagination, see the vivid shades of green, with a pink sky peaking at you through the leaves, through this blog, hear the sounds of crickets, the croak of frogs, the songs of birds, and…. Relax. Wake up. Smile. A chorus of birds is singing you their morning mantra, the flow of your cream mosquito net is billowing in the breeze, you’re awake, but it feels like you’re still in a dream. After some deep breaths of appreciation, you stretch in your big, comfy bed, you open the swirling curtains around your bed, and peep out of the Tipi door, into the lush green jungle. Another treat for the senses. The white of your tipi has become a symphony of colours, you look into the sky, to look for the birds singing overhead, all you can see is the wind whispering through the palms and the banana trees, pink flowers waving at you in front. You venture into this new world, away from the rush of the city, the blowing of horns has been replaced with nature’s song. Time to wash, clean, rejuvenate. Out of your tipi, you step into your outdoor bathroom. A mango tree is sitting in the corner. The sun is slowly crawling westerly, as you step into your refreshing outdoor shower. The water is kissing your skin, and the sun is making the water shimmer. Breathe again. Smile. Clean body, clear mind. You walk down to the cafe, the sound of Ravi Shankar is playing a slow, melodic tune to greet you. The dogs are there, wagging their tails go say helllo. The day is warming up, and you indulge in an icy smoothie bowl to start your day in a delicious and nutritious way. Coffee. Smile. The friendly staff are around you, and you have a chat about what’s going on. A breathwork class, maybe yoga. What’s on the agenda for today? You visit the shady chill out area, and read your book, eat a refreshing organic salad or bagel lunch, another cool drink. Fresh. You finally see the array of birds that you heard in the morning, adding to the colours that surround you, bright blue, neon green, red, black, white. The day is heating up, time for a dip in the sea. You take a scootie, or maybe an (e)bicycle down the sweet village road, just a couple of kilometres to one of Goa’s most beautiful and shanti beaches. You pick a spot, whether it be on the sand with a mat, or you choose one of the beach beds, a constant flow of lemon soda and pakora awaits. You’re approached by one of the sweet beach seller ladies, head to toe in colour, sarongs draping over their arms, and jewellery adorning their heads. Foot massage? They walk away, and you’re now the owner of a shell necklace, and a thousand new stories about the Goan beaches, and these ladies’ way of life floating through your mind. Sunset. More colour. More beauty. A refreshing coconut gives you energy for your ride home. Back at wigwam, a cool shower washes the sand from your toes, and the salt from your hair. What’s going on tonight? Do you venture out to watch music in Arambol or further into Anjuna, a pumping night on the dancefloor? Do you stay here, drinking tea and soaking up the jungle in the back garden? Do you visit our restaurant, what’s on tonight? Pizza, tacos, roast? Music? A killer playlist, or a DJ, playing alongside live sitar? The possibilities are endless, whatever happens you go back to your tipi. Bed. The moon shines down on you through the hole at the top of the tipi, criss-crossed by the wooden poles of your structure. The night has turned cool, and you wrap up in your blanket. A lullaby, hummed by crickets, harmonised by frogs, and sung by a chorus of birds. Your mind becomes engulfed with these sounds, and then, turns blank. Suddenly, you’re asleep, no effort. These sounds have turned into part of your dream. A perfect end to a balmy Goan day. Wake up. Smile