Showing posts with label Anjuna. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anjuna. Show all posts

Friday, 29 October 2010

Leaving Anjuna

The last night in Anjuna we ate at a beachshack. I had a nice big papayajuice and ordered something which would be a surprice for me called Malai Kofta. I assured myself that it was under the 'veg.' list which are mostly vegan and asked if it's not so spicy. It was very nice, though food on the beach always includes some sand grinding between your teeth.

The girls that try to sell jewelry on the beach never leave us alone. It feels weird to be rude to them but at some point they go too far. They walk with you wherever you walk, they come sit with you wherever you sit. We are still polite to them but we get tired from continuous saying "no", "no thank you", I don't want it", following up by me feeling ashamed to say "go away", "leave us alone" or even "fuck off"... They are not listening to anything you say and only trying to sell from their little portable shop. The sellers have a way of answering you when you say no by saying "maybe tomorrow". Easily getting rid of them you answer 'yea maybe tomorrow'. But oh no, the same girl (or any other too) will the next day say she remembers you and say you made a promise! "You have to buy, you made promise!"

One evening we planned a nice sunset, Jaakko went to swim, and from a distance I saw the colorfull dresses coming closer; there they were again. One girl sat next to me this time. She looked young but very tired. With the words "no thank you" already in my mouth I expected her to display her bracelets, bells, necklaces, toerings, bangles, pendants, ashtrays and mirrors. But she didn't.
I looked at her staring into the sunset, she said she had no business today. I answered that the touristseason would start very soon so then will be better times. We talked about our names, age, where we are from, etc.
She was 17 coming from Hampi to Anjuna every year to earn money for her younger brother's school. She herself didn't go to school. She lives with her mother untill she will be given to a chosen man. "I don't like him", she said. I asked how she knew already, but it was clear she just wanted to chose her own boyfriend to be husband. She was surpriced my mother doesn't hit me because I live together with my boyfriend.
After talking for some time another girl came to join us, while Jaakko stayed in the water (he knew exactly that he rather was floating there than getting upset by making sellers go away). I thought of just buying a little thing to support them. As they ask not much, it is a happy day for both parties.
"Just for good luck" as the girls say. I waved to Jaakko to come out of the sea. I chose a nice bracelet for him with beads and a spiral image on wood and for myself two silvery bracelets with shiny gems. We haggled as we are expected and in the end we both payed around 1 euro. Now we bought something from them we thought they would leave, but no the were not happier at all, almost the opposite. They now knew we are buyers so they kept trying to sell us more. 
Two others in traditional festive clothes came joining the 'teaparty' arround our beachtowel. Putting toerings on me, and me taking them off, putting things around my ankles and again me taking them off. I had really enough of it at this point and felt my unwanted rudeness awake. I luckily only needed to say "do you actually understand what the word 'no' means?" for them to be packing their stuff. The evening was nice, but they don't make the beach an attractive place to have a quiet night while enjoying the sunset. The sun drowned without me noticing it.

Thursday, 28 October 2010

Anjuna - Vagator - Chapora, Goa

Anjuna is a cozy little tourist village slowly waking up from summersleep. Mostly we have been walking around the mainstrip (with many sandy sidepaths) and enjoying the weather and surroundings.

Anjuna traffic, part II

Beach is nice, a long sandstrip with palmtrees, beachbars (their loud music and colored lightstrings and lanterns make a great atmosphere for a romantic stroll on the beach at night), souvenier sellers, cows and dogs. It is easy to spend days just lying around in there (if you manage to keep sellers away).


Girls on the beach

The bad thing in this area is that it is really touristical and therefore all locals are trying to sell you something. (Everyday we walk out of our cottage to mainroad there's same guys asking us do we want to rent a taxi/scooter/bicycle/shirts/eat/, and everytime we say "no" they reply "maybe tomorrow".) This is pretty much the only irritation down here on paradise beach.

Weather has been mostly awesome, there was a couple of rainy evenings/nights but for the last week it has been good. We have started to have siestas around midday due to heat...

 Temple in Chapora
Drying the rice

We have also been walking to neighbouring villages, a couple of times to Vagator and Chapora and also to hills around Vagator and Anjuna. From one of the hills we found an abandoned construction site, currently inhabited by packs of wild dogs. We later on asked about this from our landlord and she said they were illegal constructions built by people out of Goa. It is forbidden to build in the mountains due to high erosion risk.

Climbing up the hill 

 Abandoned buildings (and thorns in shoe)

View from top of the hill

Another slightly sadder side we are seeing is huge platforms few kilometers offshore. They are collecting sand for construction yards around India and at the same steepening the shore and contributing to erosion. Hopefully these kind of shortsided actions do not destroy Goa as we know it.

On Saturday we are planning to move away from the Paradise and into heartbeat of a city, Panaji, the capital of Goa. We also bought prepaid subscription in here so we can call, negotiate and reserve hostels by ourselves. Our Indian mobile phonenumber is +917709450078.

Thursday, 21 October 2010

Anjuna, Goa

After a well slept rocky night we arrived in Mapusa and were surrounded by Taxi-Wallahs. We took a rickshaw to drive us to our destination: AnjunaPalms Guesthouse. We have a nice private cottage on the owners backyard. A good deal for 6€ / night, including (slow) WiFi. (previously in Hotel Pearl they had big commercials for "free internet 24/7" but when we arrived there the "free internet" was one shared laptop in lobby of the hotel.)


Anjuna traffic

One more curiousity in AnjunaPalms Guesthouse is the daily mass organized by our landlord. Daily around 16-17 o'clock ~20 indian worshippers come to sing praise for Virgin Mary in front of our cottage.
Anjuna is a sleepy touristvillage at this time of the year. High season starts on November. Now it is more peaceful but also many restaurants and other attractions are still closed. Tuesday we slept the most of the day due to "jetlag" from bus trip.

On Wednesday we did some more proper venturing, finding paradise beach, rocks, cliffs and lot's of green fields (rice and other plantations).

Anjuna Beach

We also popped by the wednesday fleamarket, a big attraction that turned out to be less of a fleamarket and more of tourist market. After saying "no thanks" politely many times we were getting more aggravated and in mood to flee from the place. So we went back to the beach, I did some swimming (not really possible due to high waves) and we both got nicely sunburnt. (The standard tourist colouring, looking like new born piggies sprayed with tomato soup.)

Fleamarket

Later on we decided to have some more western food and went to pizzeria Basilico. The food was good but a bit on expensive side  - almost 4€ per pizza. Well atleast we had dozen of servants running around. (We were a bit underdressed compared to their normal clients even tho they were strictly westerners. The only indians in there were cleaning & serving.)

On thursday morning we had a nice walk behind the fleamarket area and had some vegan food in "Whole bean" restaurant. Food was ok but not the best vegan health food we had here. For tastier and 50cnt more expensive vegan/health food is better to go "Blue Tao" (That we had visited on Tuesday evening).