The road twisted and turned around the thickly forested hills. Villages abruptly materialised from between trees and vanished just as suddenly. People, cattle and dogs darted across the road. And then we were alone again among the trees. I had to remind myself that I was in Goa, of the beaches and the rave parties. But I was driving through the state's interior, where the hills undulate and the trees press thickly. When the tourist speaks of Goa, he isn't talking about where I am. Things are beginning to change, though, with a handful of visitors shunning the coast and heading into the hills &mdash interior Goa is becoming the state's best-known secret and I was here to learn of its mysteries for myself. The government is doing its bit and has come up with a 'hinterland tourism plan', to highlight the pilgrim-centres and eco-tourism opportunities hidden inside the eternal 'fun' state.