Luck, Judgement and Appetite...

All three came back in one go actually, each giving momentum to the other. I spent a few days in bed over the weekend with an upset stomach (not that uncommon to Westerners who are not used to the Indian 'way of things'). But after a visit to the lovely local doctor (no need to book an appointment - just walk right up), I was right as rain quick enough. So with new found resolve and added energy now that my appetite was back, I got all intrepid again. And now I have some more revelations from beautiful Goa.

Yesterday, I visited Panjim, the capital of Goa. Like the visit to Mapusa, I went by bus, as it's a bit far to travel by scooter and besides, I haven't dared to venture onto the roads yet (although someone has offered to give me a lesson tomorrow!). But I kinda like the adventure of taking the bus. PLUS they have "Ladies Only" seats. Coming from London where pregnant ladies are often forced to stand on packed tube trains and have to wear badges saying "baby on board" to emphasise the fact that they are travelling for two, I am in favor of this practice. After all, I'm a lady, naturally. *does David Walliams impression in head* So I spent the journey sat next to a nun. Perfect. I didn't have to put up with unwanted attention from the local men and the constant, "where are you from?"

Panjim Church

Actually, in case you didn't know, Goa is extremely Christian. It's the Portuguese influence, as Goa was a former colony of Portugal and feels very European. There are no ancient Hindu temples anymore; the Portuguese tore them all down during their conquest. However, there are many very beautiful churches here, including the extrusive Panjim church, which emanates over the city with its intensely white facade.

Characteristically, the view from the church in the opposite direction tells a very different story and is more in keeping with the feel of what I have experienced of Goa so far.

The view from the opposite direction

I find there's something strangely satisfying about this exchange between the splendorous Goa and the garbage and grot that so often seems to accompany it. It somehow seems more real, more balanced. After all, is there really such a thing as perfection?

Beautiful colourful Goa! And its junk...

I should say, that the purpose of my visit to Panjim was actually to see the reformed band, Shakti. They are mostly influenced by classical Indian music, but also have a strong Western influence from the guitarist John McLoughlin. I guess you'd call it (the dreaded) world music. I think I may be reaching the stage in life where I will start going to Womad Festival. I thought I'd be older than this...

In fact, the concert was amazing. These guys are such incredible musicians. I can't really find the words to describe the experience. Here is a link to a You Tube clip of Zakir Hussain, who plays tabala with this band and is very famous in India. He is incredible. It's that level of mastery when art begins to speak in a different language. Pure beauty.

I'm going to sign off with a few pictures again. Enjoy :)

This guy was so friendly. I <3 Goa!

Vagator Beach

Panorama of the Mapusa bus junction. Total chaos! In a good way :)