Early morning in Palolem.
First let me tell you about our (Marta and my ) trip to Anjuna and the market (Gita calls it the flea-Market).
After the four different buses and learning more about the Indian culture and the local traffic (which is another, but more extreme experience –in the same direction I had in Abu Dhabi), the market was a world of music, colors , smells, smiles and beauty. I have never before seen (smelled or heard) in my life.
Bargaining is part of the game and prices can go down 80%. Being fired up – bying three pieces of clothing this way, I went to get a big glass of fresh squeezed papaya/mango juice and started to try to push the price down from 70 Rp ($1.50) to no avail. The juice was worth every penny and I got a photo and a smile, which ws returned with 100% satisfaction.
On the buses, we met the nicest couple from Israel (old: 62 and 65). By the time I got to the market, I was on my own (Marta stayed in a restaurant and Joseph an Java were pulled away by other points of interest).
Even though we all had a date to take a taxi back, it was just Marta and I splitting the cost (100 miles 1200Rp = $12 each)
And now – 9am, after a good night sleep I set just outside of our little hut ($3,50 a night) on the beach with my new pants ($1), a dog curled up by my feet, the gulf waves in one ear and a good mix of Indian, Arabien and Western Rock music in the other……….
