Monday, 8 November 2010
Goa Goa Gone - 23rd October - 6th November
Sunset at Baga
Goa is situated in the south west of India and despite being the smallest state, it is the richest. This is due to the hordes of tourists who adorn the shores soaking up the sun whilst enjoying the sea and sea food. My vision of Goa was out of date, I imagined it to be full of long haired hippies playing tabla drums and dancing to trance music intoxicated with spiritual (and chemical) fulfillment. Whilst this can still be found in small pockets here and there, the predominant visitors seemed to be a mixture of Indians and package tour holiday makers from Britain, Russia and Scandinavia. It was particularly interesting watching a group of young Indians downing beer for breakfast whilst eating a fry-up....not the image of India I had been used to so far.
It was great experiencing this part of India and enjoying the beaches but for us it wasn't the India we came to see.
Cows abiding to the swimming flags
A Goan fish haul
A fisherman preparing his net
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"I believe I'm gonna
ReplyDeleteShut down my chakras, shift Shiva offa my shelf
Take down my tie dyes, my Tibetan bells
Cool down my carma with a can of O.P.T.
Ain't no call for Casteneda in my frontline library.
There's one thing I know, Lord above,
I ain't gonna go,
I ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't goin' to Goa now
Ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't gonna Goa now.
Ain't dancin' trance, no thanx, no chance to t-t-tranquilise me.
Ain't sippin' no smart bar drinks, you, that don't satisfy me.
Dosing up my dharma, with a drop of gasoline,
I ain't down with Mr. McKenna, tantric mantra talkin' don't move me.
I don'tn need no freaky, deeky, fractal geometry, crystal silicon chip.
I ain't walking on lay lines, reading no High Times put me on another bad trip.
Timothy Leary, just check out this theory,
he sold acid for the F.B.I.
Well, he ain't no website wonder, the guru just went under,
you can keep your California Sunshine.
'Cos the righteous truth is, there ain't nothing worse than
some fool lying on some Third World beach wearing
spandex, psychedelic trousers, smoking damn dope
pretending he gettin' consciousness expansion. I want
consciousness expansion, I go to my local tabernacle
an' I sing..."
Oh c'mon - impossible to resist. Mea culpa.
I hope we have all learnt a lot from the above. Maxima culpa.
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