Apr 17, day trip to Old Goa.

Daily activities April, 2007

More data?
Use email or
+47 901 83 492

Daytrip to the city of Old Goa and evening at Bubbles pub across the street.

The route we took. From Candolim Beach where we stayed, to the capital Panaji and to Old Goa and return.

	To the left, Grandma getting ready for a dip in the drink. To the right, Grandma joining Kristin in the kiddies pool.
	Goa, the most affluent of all the provinces in India, is experiencing a building boom. This building is built in the old colonial style of the Portugeese.
	Mirimar, the main river North of the capital of Panaji, is used as a transportation means for the iron ore shipped out to China and other parts of India. The fungus in the wall of untreated plaster walls is everywhere. Here clearly seen on the side of this house.
	All four. From the left: Grandma, Kristin, Rita and Martin. On to the cathedral of St. Catherine where St. Francis Xavier is buried.
	St. Francis just had his 500th birthday recently. This is St. Francis coffin. His body is taken out every 10th year. Last time was in 2003.
	The altar of the church. The pulpit, rich carved. More details about it is available.
	On the church ground, smoking and spitting is prohibited. Rita need a smoke desperately and took her puffs beneath the sign telling her not to. Across the street was another church, Bom Jesus, or Good Jesus in English.
	In conjunction with the church, there was an art gallery of Christian arts. Here is one picture of Jesus and Martin next to it. This is St. Catherine church as seen across the street from Bom Jesus. Note the bent tree in the foreground.
	The last meal. Full sized models made by some local artists. Next was a visit to Hindu temple. We were greeted by this one legged crow humping around in the courtyard.
	Again, the blank fungi at the neighbors house next to the temple. A Hindu altar with a priest watching over it.
	Inside the big hall of the temple. The symbol looks like the swastika, but if you look carefully, this one is pointing the opposite way. It's an ancient Hindu symbol and has nothing to do with the Nazis of WWII.
	Outside the temple, the kids are playing cricket. Kristin and a Hindu priest under a tree on the temple ground.
	Crossing the Mirimar river on to the capital of Panaji to visit the parliament. Sari ladies in the streets of Panaji.
	All five outside the cab rented for the day. From the left, Angelo, the driver, Rita, Kristin and Grandma. Martin in front. The fish boats of the Mirimar river.
	The parliament with the Indian national flag. Another sari lady crossing the yard in front of the Parliament of Goa.
	The parliament seen from its side where the cars of the ministers are parked outside. On the way back to Candolim, we stopped at a handicraft institute where they made carpets among other things. Rita having a look.
	On to the beach for the sunset. This is another colorful sari lady. Unfortunately, there was a cloud cover so we didn't get the setting of the sun. But it broke through the cloud cover just for this photo to be taken.
	New houses are built on top of the ruins of the old ones. Kirsten and Gunnar at the Bubbles pub across the street for Martin's hotel, the Nizmar.
	The owner Malobika and her son Raul. A thoughtful Malobika behind the counter of her bar. Clever woman.