Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Goa in March

Stillness. Peace. Tranquillity. Balmy evenings by the sea.

Afternoon beers and evening pegs of feni with lots of fish and squid to go with it.

Silent after dinner meditations under the starlit sky, watching white crested waves crash on the shore.

Chats with Fatima about recipes and children and travel and the price of fish, as the grandchildren played around her feet with their spades and plastic boxes, filling sand into fanta bottles, emptying them out - again, and again, and again. Tirelessly.

Exchanges with the local school kids who used to pass by our cottage on their way to class every morning just before eight. Good morning! How are you? What is your name? How long you staying?

Palm trees, palm trees and more palm trees surrounding Max’s place, where we stayed this time. And pigs scuttling around and occasionally squabbling with each other and also with the local dogs. And lots of chickens. No sign of bird flu yet!

Bet you envy us our week long stay on the beach. And that’s it for now since I’ve barely got back home. More to come in the next few days.

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