Apr 11, beach and market visit.

Daily activities April, 2007

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Today the beach was visited and the market.

	To the left, this picture is taken on route to the beach, Granny Ragnhild and Martin posed in front of the small Hindu temples found all over the country side. You can lit a candle and have your prayer. Hinduism doesn't have the stick and carrot concepts of Christianity and Muslimism as heaven and hell. Nice religion. To the right, Granny and Kristin is getting ready to settle in on the beach. This is a beach not too commercialized like the ones in Mexico, Canary Islands and other tourist places. They didn't even charge you for the sun beds. Very sympathetic.
	The locals dress properly for the beach. From top to toe. The fish boats are dragged up onto the beach after a morning fishing trip with their hairy fish net.
	Almost there. Using the old trusted method of wooden rollers aft and fore. Kristin and Martin ready for some tanning. Just two hours. A beautiful breeze makes you feel no sun at all. Dangerous.
	On the way back, we passed the temple again. The palms crowning the road up to the taxi stand did have some coconuts in various stages of ripeness. Cute.
	Our friendly cabdriver Angelo was always looking for some extra business. At 1500 hours, he is due to pick us all up for a trip to the market, a biweekly event. In the evening, it was time for a trip to the market. Boy do you get hassled with sellers.
	One of the many leftover houses from the Portuguese colonial times. Most of them are vacated since they are too big or two expensive to stay in. They are scattered all over Goa.
	The market place. Incredible no of salesmen. And women for that matter.
	Busy streets. With goodies of all kind.
	After being tricked into buying two Kashmirian scarves for an exorbitant sum, they are happy, and after all, Martin couldn't complain either. Birthday presents for his daughter Tanya in London. Grandma and Kirsten doing some shopping of their own. Grandma was a tough cookie and could drive a hard bargain.
	Scarves in all shapes and colors where everywhere. One of the better places where inside an enormous tent with fans and a pub where you didn't get haggled. Martin stayed there while Grandma and Kristin did their business.
	Martin enjoying his beer. They have an odd size for their beers. Normal 33 centiliters or this one, 65. Two brats from the UK ogling the goods while showing theirs off.
	One of the salesmen take a nap away from all the hustle and bustle of the selling business. One Tibetanian sales couple that Grandma and Kristin did business with.
	On the way back, the market was closing and extremely crowded as everybody were packing up and trying to get away. Teena, Norwegian gal from Oslo with refreshed war paint ready for the kill. The three of us had dinner together at the hotel.
	Martin and Lovely Rita sharing a giggle at the dinner table at night at the hotel.