Anjuna, an old hippy outpost on theNoth goa coast has a weekly flea market. Two green travellers turned up yesterday and were accosted on the beach by four young girls. This doesn't usually happen. We were unable to resist the charms of these persistent young ladies to such an extent that I have now fully engaged my femine side and am the not-so-proud owner of a sarong and Kerry has a variety of bits of stone to put round her neck and rings on her toes which were added as she was dressed-up by this badgering pack. Most of my offers of what I thought was a reasonable price met with an offended look and an 'Excuse Me!' This was more familiar. We eventually escaped once all four girls had helped themselves to a slice of the evening's beer budget. We recovered listening to an acid casualty in leopard skin trousers and a yellow ganesh t-shirt play Pink Floyd covers as the sun set over the Arabian Sea.
All of this mayhem followed three nights in Panjim looking around the town and the nearby churches of Old Goa. That should complete the culture quotient for the next couple of weeks and we can get on with watching the sunset and having a few refreshments.
The overnight train journey from Mumbai before that was most enjoyable and we got a good night's rest.
I think Kerry is about to add some pictures now, so I'll sign off. (She is the techncial brains as you know.
In the meantime, I have not added any e-mail addresses to the hotmail account that I set up before this trip, so if you would like to stay in touch, please e-mail me at: paulnbarton@hotmail.co.uk
PS: Many thanks to all those who made it to my work leaving do. I had a fabulous time and really enjoyed it as well as all your comments on the card. Fortunately, there are no pictures so as to protect the guilty.
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